Last night, after having sat at the airport two hours waiting for the ne'er-to-arrive Eddy and Ms. K, I was finally collected by Razorbern and whisked off to Thai dinner, which was then washed down with post-dining adventures to the site of the Sutro Baths around midnight. Me: delirious, nightblind and fumbling on tiny walls weaving between deep tidal pools in the ruins... the four of us quietly shooting alone together, long exposures of the half moon on the water. I was deposited in Ms. K's lushly colorful apartment around 2am, which my mind was telling me was 5am... and slept in squishy feathery bliss.
brews and cocktails © Laura Kicey
We are off to Mission District wandering and possibly late-afternoon warehouse break-in, but I wanted to update my loyals readers and assure you I am being well-taken care of.