It originally started as a birthday party on Saturday at 6 pm in SF. Then another birthday party at 3 pm was added. And then a club after the later birthday party. And then a picnic in the park on Sunday.
I survived two birthday parties and then was just exhausted and went home. But not before I met a number of characters.
The first birthday party—a 50th—was at a Yacht Club just south of PacBell Park. I met lots of Omar’s neighbors. One couple is from Denmark and are returning there after a two year stay in the US. The husband just retired from Genentech and they are excited to go home and be with their grandchildren. They have been renting their apartment from a loud-mouthed, middle-aged Italian guy who chews with his mouth open and has food stuck in his teeth. He is married to a younger filipino woman who works at Macy’s, has expensive taste in jewelry, and can see past his bad eating habits. He does all the cooking because he doesn’t like filipino food. The couple that lives above Omar is an old white guy who used to have a wife and family, but, in typical San Francisco style, came out of the closet a few years ago, and is now with a younger Mexican guy. The old white guy had a Flip Mino camera, which I’ve been considering buying, and had attached an old Canon grip to it. He showed me the video he had just taken of his partner with a balloon caricature of himself.
On the way to the second party, we picked up Omar’s young, Japanese coworker. We didn’t go into her place, which Omar said was a disorganized collection of Hello Kitty paraphernalia. The party was for a 48-year-old Italian friend who lives in the apartment above her Italian parents. Her father enjoyed flirting with Hello Kitty Girl and myself while he practiced his English. They have been here for 30 years, so he didn’t really need a lot of practice. I ran into two of Omar’s old roommates from stories past. I met a guy who reminds me of Travel Buddy P’s husband. And after the Italian connection started filtering out, the French group showed up with a 7 ft tall swimmer who works as a bouncer, and a shorter (in comparison) musician and audio engineer from Cameroon who decided I was beautiful and gave me the name Moon. Maybe he will write me a song. He too was practicing his English on me.
And after that I was exhausted. So after Hello Kitty Girl extracted herself from The Bouncer’s lap, where she looked like he was holding a doll. I drove her home, then rescued my dog from doggy daycare and went to sleep. We woke at 7 for our morning constitutional, then back to sleep and I didn’t wake again until 1:30. I needed the sleep after that short tour around the world!
But that is why I love living here.