Alright Blog stalkers, I've processed many of the following photos through Apps on my phone...Tiresome I know...
Still, one can catch up on the happenings for the past couple of weeks and suffer through clever presentations for your visual enjoyment.
September - AT and T Park for Opera at the Ballpark. Aida simulcast from the SF Opera. The attending company? Flawless. My teacher friends, Rusty, Toni and Steven enjoying a rare warm SF end of summer evening. The story of Aida? Tired. The costumes? Over the top.
Wha...What, actual excitement at the Opera? My across the street neighbor had to get all Ghetto Vietnamese on some woman's ass! I saw my neighbor at this classy event but didn't see the incident. A latecomer tried to horn in on the blanket space my neighbor had already claimed, a definite faux pas in the social order of outdoor free concerts. A few words were exchanged and my bad ass neighbor had to step up...Hanoi Hannah style! Now you all know why I love our neighborhood - can you get this kind of drama over the hill in Walnut Creek (by the way for my NC friends, Walnut Creek is the Bay Area version of Cary).
The gauntlet had been thrown down via our SF restaurant Anniversary Cioppino. I felt the need to step up to the challenge and spent a few hours in the kitchen making delicious seafood stew for a few friends. Fine wine, and good times!
The end of September and another Folsom Street Fair.
Oscar and Dominic, riding the "Fairy" to Folsom. Bloody Mary's are the only way to avoid seasickness. Did everyone pick their safe word before hitting the leather fest? Mine of course is "Persimmon!"
A salute to America as we crossed under the Bay Bridge. Folsom Street Fair, only in America...oh, and maybe Berlin.
A sentiment echoed throughout the day.
Espana representin'!
Tony waiting patiently for his do-gooder hubby to finish his shift as a volunteer for the Gay Men's Choir.
Bears congregating in the wild...grazing and beginning the mating ritual.
And my very own 70's porn star! Chick-ah Bow Bow.
As the sun set over the city, we caught the ferry back to our Easy Bay safety zone with visions of naked Mission soul patch wearing hipster flesh being beaten by angry, skinny lesbians in bustiers. "Persimmon" people. A million times "Persimmon" (shudder).
Other news, Debbie and Thiru came out for a wedding in Marin, and we had a few hours together for a dinner at Suppenkuche.
A light German meal of yard long beers, pork, saurkraut, mashed potatoes, and spaetzel...
Candle light is everyone's friend!
Always nice to have one of my top Fag-Hags and her cash cow breeze through our lives. Next time, a weekend of debauchery before your return to that big respectable house on the golf course.
This is why I love our neighborhood. Oaktoberfest in the Dimond. A few blocks away we walked to our local fest, and enjoyed a brat and several local brews. we also met quite a few friends. We did miss the Oompa music but were treated to salsa music...nothing like seeing a woman in a dirndl dancing to latin beats.
Souvenir glass, always a crowd pleaser.
German for a day!
What do Principal Wally and Santa have in common?...we both see all! This odd photo brought to you by my iphone apps!
A final App photo for fans...
Warhol-esque Wally
Fall is in full swing and life goes on...more adventures on the way.
