I strolled into work today after a very eventful weekend. A part of me is still riding the weekend wave. I had a visitor--Shena. I've spoken of her in the past, you're familiar.
I haven't had that much fun in San Francisco since...ever! As always we brought the crazy in high doses. Going to a bar in blonde wigs and false eyelashes had to be most notable event of the weekend...that is if you don't include calling Shena's ex (who we secretly believe is God), having a cuddle night with Hotender, Fag Friday's at the End Up, singing Mickey Avalon incessantly, photo shoots in the bathroom of that Ambassador, Pulp Fiction and Coronas, delirium at the sight of Saturday morning cartoons, considering a GG Bridge jump, and talking enough shit to fill the sewers of San Francisco. Below are a few photos for your enjoyment. I must say, I was really sad for her to leave. You know that I get sad when my guests leave. But this time I felt like a "liddo" piece of me was gone. I love my friend...because she's a "not a Marina gal!
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