Using wifi on the flight home from California. Was watching scary radar images of the weather in Houston on weatherunderground.com (great name for a site) when it occurred to me that I could write my first post from space. Or not on the ground, anyway. And I could also avoid being worried about the pink and purple radar blobs I’m seeing that usually indicate hail and tornados. After almost a week and a half in the California sunshine (even San Francisco was clear and unseasonably warm), Houston is offering up a kind of shitty welcome home.
That being said, I’m ready to get back. My liver has requested a break from the wine, and my ass has requested a break from the driving. I’ll give a full report about the trip once I’ve gone through my photos.
Stories to look forward to:
– woman at a bus stop in SF offering James advice about getting that poonanny (mine, presumably)
– jackass at concert wearing a Ren-fest leather vest over his massive, quivering flesh who tried to give me a high-five, which I rejected with a slow shake of my head and steady eye contact (marking what I think is the first time I’ve ever not given a high-five) (pictures to come)
– a girl in City Lights talking on her cellphone about her intestinal health problems (loudly) while I’m trying to pick out scripts to read
– a guy in Berkeley who owns “over 2,000” tee shirts proclaiming he had never seen one with Fight Stupidization on it
– Hana, the dog who will eat anything and her boyfriend Don Juan
– Mexican food in N. California