Yesterday I had lunch downtown with a friend. We visited Gumps and accidently found this wonderful gallery on Maiden Lane filled with old Asian treasures; Xanadu. The kicker is that we marveled at the building it was in and were told it was a Frank Lloyd Wright building. Go there if you are ever in SF - Maiden Lane is ultra ultra...CoCo Chanel, etc. It's free to look in the window, not sure about entering the store!
I took BART downtown, ALWAYS seems to be an adventure for me. I picked a sweet looking well dressed lady about my age to sit next to. Oh, sure, she started picking flies out of the air and making quiet mid-sized motions that looked vaguely like sign language (but wasn't). She was harmless anyway.
My friend said she is moving to Brentwood in the East Bay and she is very upset to leave the coast. It is a good move for them, really, they will have a nice new house. Well, why am I so sad then? She listens to my stuff even when I'm being outrageously...anything, crazy, happy, angry, like that. Our friendship has been building over the last year and I'm so sad. I guess then, that it's all really about me, me, me. I won't name her since she hasn't told everyone yet and my blog is so widely read I don't want to jump the gun. Hey - you-know-who, Brentwood isn't Mars, the road runs back to the coast and probably will until the next earthquake!
In the meantime I got back on BART and wallowed in self-pity. I felt my eyes getting all misty; sure that everyone would look at me if I cried, I held back pretty much. Yeah, right, people on BART would really care....I could pick flies from the air.
