My father's wishes

Years ago, my father wished to be buried next to my mother.

Years later, my father wished to be cremated. (Ask Steve about that one.)

More recently, he decided that he wished to be buried next to my stepmother.

I'm really trying to carry out his wishes, but my stepmother is not wanting to be buried at this time. What a bitch.

Wednesday stuff

I slept in until about 8am this morning. Nice. I needed that.

Safeway delivered some supplies this morning. The cute delivery guy noticed that we were going to see the Simpsons Movie on the 31st. (Marked on the calendar.) I explained about sfmoviebears. He seemed in no rush, but then I saw the metermaid drive up, and he was doubleparked. He ran out the door in time to prevent a ticket. He left a crate, so I had to chase after him. I don't often chase the boys. That's Steve's job.

Steve had lunch plans and left. I went out to M & L Market with bigjohnsf. The cops were loving May's today. I then hung out at Starbears, then wandered home.

Steve was on the phone with a friend. A chap on Daddyhunt needed a visit, so I went down to his condo in the Mission for a bit. Came home in time for Steve's fabulous meatballs. (Just two for me, thanks.)

Steve went to the Charlie Chaplin film at the Castro Theater. pinkfish was in the City, so I met up with him to hear about his recent adventures. It was good to catch up. It's not often that I can say "Tie me to the bedpost" and have someone else pay for it. Dean's a giver. They have such interesting cocktail names at Nirvana.

I then went to dance a tip to sfleatherbear at Midnight Squares club night. I just stayed for the one tip.

As I left, I saw the #33 bus coming up the street, so I walked down to the bus stop and found double_ohsteven waiting. As the bus approached, I realized that I left my bus pass at home. I walked home and waited for Steve. Turns out that the bus went no further than 18th & Castro, so Steve walked home as well. C'est la Muni.