Saturday dancing / LS / Bearhug
Apr. 12th, 2004 08:24 amSteve called on Saturday morning from San Diego. He had first left a message at my office. He forgot it was Saturday. How nice to be retired and not need to pay attention to that kind of stuff!
I took BART to Pleasant Hill and walked to LeCheim School. I arrived 30 minutes early, so I removed my shirt and stretched out on a bench to catch some sun. It was a beautiful day!
Dancing was okay. Woody and I were the only angels. Some students were gone, so there were 10 of us there, including Peggy. Not much sitting out.
I had originally planned to take BART back to the City. Woody offered to give me a ride. Later, Woody and the "girls" made plans to do something, so I asked Tom for a ride to BART. He said he was going to go into the City and hang out in the Castro, so he gave me a ride.
On the Bay Bridge, he decided he wanted to go to the Lone Star instead. Yeah, twist my arm. I had planned to go later for a bit, but didn't want to have Tom go out of his way. We got there around 4pm. I figured everyone would be at the Egg Party, but it was a nice crowd. I hadn't been there for ages, and it was nice to see some new faces. New transplant, Peter, from L.A. was woofy. I gave him directions for the evening's Bearhug.
Drank a few too many, then showed up 20 minutes late for my shift at Bearhug. I hate being late to ANYTHING, let alone an obligation like this. Eek. I hate disappointing people, and I certainly did that this time.
I had no real desire to attend the 'Hug this month, but did it to waste some time while Steve was gone. Some really hot guys showed up this month. Still didn't change my mood. Much. Did a walk through downstairs and was gonna just head out. Noticed some FB in the sling, and I couldn't resist his come hither look. Nothing like being in a sling to give that look, ya know?
Went upstairs after that and made some square dance small talk.
Walked home. Crashed. Had a bit of a hangover.
I took BART to Pleasant Hill and walked to LeCheim School. I arrived 30 minutes early, so I removed my shirt and stretched out on a bench to catch some sun. It was a beautiful day!
Dancing was okay. Woody and I were the only angels. Some students were gone, so there were 10 of us there, including Peggy. Not much sitting out.
I had originally planned to take BART back to the City. Woody offered to give me a ride. Later, Woody and the "girls" made plans to do something, so I asked Tom for a ride to BART. He said he was going to go into the City and hang out in the Castro, so he gave me a ride.
On the Bay Bridge, he decided he wanted to go to the Lone Star instead. Yeah, twist my arm. I had planned to go later for a bit, but didn't want to have Tom go out of his way. We got there around 4pm. I figured everyone would be at the Egg Party, but it was a nice crowd. I hadn't been there for ages, and it was nice to see some new faces. New transplant, Peter, from L.A. was woofy. I gave him directions for the evening's Bearhug.
Drank a few too many, then showed up 20 minutes late for my shift at Bearhug. I hate being late to ANYTHING, let alone an obligation like this. Eek. I hate disappointing people, and I certainly did that this time.
I had no real desire to attend the 'Hug this month, but did it to waste some time while Steve was gone. Some really hot guys showed up this month. Still didn't change my mood. Much. Did a walk through downstairs and was gonna just head out. Noticed some FB in the sling, and I couldn't resist his come hither look. Nothing like being in a sling to give that look, ya know?
Went upstairs after that and made some square dance small talk.
Walked home. Crashed. Had a bit of a hangover.