The Friday Random Ten: The Short-Title Edition

Fire up the iPod, set it to shuffle, and write down the first ten songs that play. No cheating. No skipping forward.

1. "Reste sur moi" – Patricia Kaas
2. "Head Over Heels" – ABBA
3. "I Feel Love" – Donna Summer
4. "Long Train Running" – The Doobie Brothers
5. "The Healing Room" – Sinéad O'Connor
6. "Julie" – Doris Day
7. "Love Can Move Mountains" – Celine Dion
8. "Tunnel Vision" – Orbital
9. "If You Go Away" – Dusty Springfield
10. "Héros" – Laurence Jalbert

The last time I did this was July 2006. Oh well. A sign, perhaps?

Today did not start out too well. I woke up sobbing, crying, and I can't remember the dream that put me in such a state. I jumped out of bed and rushed through my routine because my car was parked in a Friday street cleaning zone, and I had less than an hour to get out there and move it. When I opened my front door, there was a drugged-out party kid asleep on the stoop, blocking the doorway and the stairs. It's raining, so the stoop is shelter. I couldn't step over him because then I couldn't shut the door and lock it behind me. I poked him and yelled at him (as politely as I could), but he just lay there unmoving. For a second I thought he might be dead, but then I saw his chest move. OK, phew. But he was still in my way, so I went back in and called the cops. I hate doing that, but dammit, I'm not getting a ticket because some methed out punk decided to crap out on my doorstep. So after he was on his merry way, stumbling down the street, running into trees and such, I ran up the hill to move my car. And when I backed out of my spot, I bumped into the car behind me, which was parked illegally to begin with. So should I feel guilty? Or should I just move on? I moved on. There was no damage. Whatever. I got to work only to wonder why I rushed here in the first place. OMG. I'm just having a lovely time right now.

On the plus side of things, I've met a super great guy and am slowly becoming smitten with him. He lives in a different city, far enough away to make it...well, let's put it this way, we're not rushing into anything. It's all chat so far. And I like what I'm reading...a lot. And did I mention that he is just dreamy cute? OMG.

SP is coming up tomorrow to see She Wants Revenge and the Brazilian Girls, and if their extra ticket is still extra, I'm going to join them, but only after dinner and sangria at Cha! Cha! Cha!

My life is soooo special...

Tea

Just so you know, the new T line of San Francisco's MUNI is cool, but boring. If you're curious to ride it, don't...unless you have two hours to kill. It's a cute little jaunt into part of SFO you don't see everyday, but really, that's all.

One of the first jobs I had in the city is right on Third Street. I was training to be a dispatch operator for a conglomerate of bicycle messenger companies. I lasted about three days I think...maybe just two. Hell, it could have been only one. I don't even remember. My boss was British, which is what attracted me initially, and their dispatch system was run on Macs, which attracted me even more, but something happened, I snapped, and one day, instead of showing up for work, I stayed at the Y and floated in the activity pool for about two hours before hitting the steam room. It was probably the first time I ever willingly avoided work, and it certainly wasn't my last. My boss was freaking out, H was freaking out. They all thought I got hit by a bus or something. OMG. Anyway.

So when the T line passed right by the old building, I was transported nine years in the past to the whole mess. I used to walk from that building to the Embarcadero YMCA on Steuart Street. "Used to," like I worked there for years. I probably only walked there twice. Whatever. Funny how memory distorts the timeline. That was before PacBell/SBC/AT&T park was completed. That was before any of China Basin was as built up as it is now, before the N line went all the way to CalTrain. Wow, memories.

I've lived in California for 17 years; I've lived in the Bay Area for nine years. Time flies.

I'm totally hooked on Regina Spektor. OMG, she's so darling.

SP came up on Saturday to see a show, as I think I mentioned. The Brazilian Girls are fun to listen to on me iPod, but in person, I was a little disappointed. Their music was so loud and overamplified, it was all distortion. I couldn't hear anything the girl was singing. And the end of their gig? Weird. She Wants Revenge, on the other hand, was pretty damn good. The venue was cute, we sat upstairs with a full on view of the stage the whole night. The crowd was kinda...never mind, no judging. It was young and straight. What are ya gonna do?