April 6, 2002
Yankee Doodle Dandy
Well, my decisions have been made for me. Good old Uncle Sam and the Franchise Tax Board of California have taken all of my money away, and now I won't be doing anything for a while. And that sucks because I just got a new L.L. Bean catalogue in the mail. Oh well. And I wanted to go to Vegas later this month, too. *sigh*
Such a beautiful day out today, as I sit from my window typing this. I thought it was going to rain this weekend. So I didn't make any plans. And being the considerably predictable person that I am, I am not going to make any plans. In essence, I have already made plans by not making any plans. Sometimes I feel like a dog chasing its tail. Besides, J and I went in to the City already. I went to pick up my mail, and he wanted to cruise Crissy Field as he likes to do on days as gorgeous as today. So we obliged each other and took a short trip. It was nice. So I've said. But I am always amazed at the beautiful creatures Mother Nature beckons out when she shines on us. Wow. Lots of eye candy all over the place in short-shorts and tank tops. Arms, legs, butts, you name it. I love men. I wish I could have them all.
And then we went to Costco for a few necessities. Costco in San Francisco is always as fun as I imagine it. There are cute guy couples everywhere, and they are always checking out all the other cute guy couples as if to see what their competition is all about, or even to see what they're missing. But I'm not a shrink. I'm just a guesser. I love to flirt with all the couples, too. I am a big flirt. One guy who was cruising me—in another venue more suited for cruising—even called me a tease because I didn't want to go down on him after he followed me around forever. I don't mean to be a tease. I just think the chase is more fun than the actual dirty deed sometimes. Come on, I know I'm not the only man who does this either. I won't forget it soon, even though it was a while ago. He was almost angry at me. Well, OK, I can see his point. No more teasing. But flirting is OK, isn't it?
And then I listened to an uproariously funny episode of This American Life on NPR. This week's installment was about pimping. Yes, pimping and hookers. There was one act set totally in Oakland of the late 70s, and how kids used to drop out of high school to emulate their local neighborhood heroes, the pimps. It wasn't funny as in humorous. It was more funny as in this show is the best at bringing any segment of our culture and society, putting it on the air with related and sometimes unrelated stories, and making it interesting and entertaining. I live for this show every week.
That's all.
