Whitney Houston Sighting

Tell me this wasn't Whitney Houston (before the comeback)! She was a "BOBBY!!" shriek away from a dead ringer.

Seriously, her makeup looked professionally applied, if a little too glittery for 3pm. If she wasn't so wasted and her top wasn't so stained with spilled liquids, I really would have thought it was the Diva Herself. God I hope those stains were just her drinks...

"Whitney" fell asleep long enough for me to snap her photo. She woke up soon after to root around in one of her bags for another Cobra Malt Liquor (which she drank through a straw, because as you can see, she is a LADY).

I can snap photos and poke fun because the FSM knows I've been that drunk lady on the bus a time or thousand.

Re-caging the Squirrell

Aaron and I are back together. He's been out to visit me in SF three times. And every time I see him, I remember exactly why I fell in love with him.

I went to Michigan for 10 days to visit in the first half of August. It was nice to visit some friends and family. However, the visit really was all about seeing Aaron. Now that I'm back home, I miss him terribly.

I'm aware getting back with your ex rarely works. And I'm also aware SF brings out the sluttier side of people. Hell, I'm pretty much the poster child for this. I figure worst case scenario is he moves out here and decides he wants to try being single - in which case I have one of my favorite people ever living here in SF.

Lazy Bear

Of all the events and goings on in the Bay Area, Lazy Bear is by far my favorite. It's like a gay body image retreat. People naturally focus on the positive things everyone has going for them instead of expecting everyone to be an underwear model.

This year I camped, which I haven't done in years. I'm not outdoorsy, but it was our best option. Our other options were outside of walking distance. I'd rather poop in a hole and take semi cold showers than have to stay driving distance away. When I got home this morning, I spent several hours just enjoying having indoor plumbing and electricity again.

I have to say though, as much as I dislike roughing it, camping is kind of fun when it's pretty much exclusively gay. I think the closeness of all the straight people always made me uncomfortable whenever I camped before.