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Hey hey hey...

Ok, I am glad that I have regular readers that remind me to post updates, otherwise, this blog would go forgotten. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this isn't a personal blog, that I would go on political diatribes, where I stand on a fictitious e-box (think the internet version of a soapbox) to rant and rave about the state of the union, the state of California and the state of whatever else that bugs me on a sociopoliticaleconomic level (yes, made up).

So, with that being said, I'll remain present with the task at hand, the updates of something that has become routine for me, but perhaps exciting for you. Chip is not here in San Francisco right now. He left on July 4 for Delray to join his family down in So. Florida to enjoy warm weather and fine beaches. But the jokes on Chip!

Since he left, it's gone from the normal summertime weather of 65 degrees and somewhat chilly to about 75-85 degrees and beautiful and sunny...you know, exactly what he has in south florida, except we don't get the rain. Yes, my dear Chip...as I know you read this after I post, I laugh gleefully knowing that I didn't have to fly 3,000 miles to have what you have, but I'd definitely enjoy it a lot more if you were here.

He returns on Friday (cough...today, because I wrote this blog a week ago, and I'm only getting a chance to post it today), where I am sure that the weather will return to its normal "Mark Twain-ism" fashion (his quote can be researched online, but for all the lazies, I'll tell you...Twain was quoted to say that the "coldest winter I've spent was a summer in San Francisco") and it's true. In July, I'm wearing layers of clothes, but it's not more than a hoodie or a jean jacket. Most of the time, it's perfect. Never hot, never freezing. Oh, and that, my friends, is year round.

How's the weather in Richmond? I ask this as I smirk evilly with iniquitous fervor.

Wow, that rolls off the tongue beautifully.

Ok, so back to business. Fourth of July is bust in this city, only because the fireworks are always covered up by the fog. And of course, they hold the fireworks in the foggiest place in the city: over the Golden Gate Bridge. Don't you think they'd learn by now? So, Liz, Kris and I decided to be anti-fireworks and celebrate like true Americans: at the bar. We found ourselves later at a late-night dance night, jamming away to some good tunes and watching drag queens and girls in fringe dresses boogieing on tables. It was decent.

I got a haircut. Chip is getting a tan. I went drinking at a punk bar. Chip hung out with the Mayor of Delray. I got asked by squatters in Haight Ashbury to show them where to get heroin. Chip lays on the beach.

I think I got the good end of the deal here. Ha.

So, with Chip gone, Liz has done a good job of being my makeshift fiance. She and I plan to go out dress shopping this week, and tomorrow night I'm going to cook her dinner and we're going to watch The Bridge at my place and drink wine and whine about work. (Update: We didn't watch the bridge, but I did cook her a fabulous dinner. Tomorrow, Chip has class all day, so Liz and I are taking a "day trip" to the Zoo and/or to Golden Gate Park to the Frida Kahlo exhibit which is at the DeYoung Museum - in GG Park. We may frolic in the Japanese gardens if time permits).

Speaking of work, tomorrow we have our big first pitch to Alerts.com. The client is coming down from Washington (the state, for you east coasters) and we're presenting our ideas. Here are a couple that I came up with:











































































Update on Alerts: My ideas were embraced and loved and we may run with them. Except for the fact that the client stared at my chest the entire meeting. I have been given the task by Peter to "think about it" and if I want something said to Jack (our CEO) it's in my hands. I wasn't offended, it was more annoying than anything. Funny thing is, I wasn't wearing anything provocative. A nice fitting blue button up shirt, which didn't scream "My eyes are located a foot below my face"...

And finally, my lobster returns to me today. I can't even fathom how elated I am to see him again. I'm putting my foot down and locking him in the apartment for a few months. He's not allowed to leave again. It will have been 6 times in the past year that he's traveled coast to coast, and frankly - I'm over it. My turn to have him, people. MINE! :)

Chip also admitted that he misses my cooking.

I'll be sure to feed him a nice home cooked dinner. Some specialty of mine, but I'm not sure what yet. Perhaps my famous basil-tomato-parmesan sauce served over baked cod. And yes, it's THAT good.

We miss all of you.

oh and PPS: Monday marks our 6 months away from Richmond. Already!! I plan to celebrate by combining Richmond and SF in one sitting: Crack open a PBR and drink with a gay man.

xo.
Pea.