Weddings and Water

Living out of a rolling suitcase on a thirty-something foot fishing boat (big time thanks Matt and CONGRATULATIONS Sherry on the new family edition*) berthed in the Oakland 'Marina Cove' marina, suffering from an attempt-at-dancing injury last Thursday night while out on the town for Pete's 'last night on the town as a single guy' night, cutting a rug with MT at the Silver Cloud in San Francisco's Marina district and this pretty monster storm is blowing through and its damn cold. The head onshore at the top of what now seems like a long ramp seems really far away, and I can barely even walk. My knee just popped out, all of a sudden-like - sideways - and now I'm on the Disabled List or the 'DL', like those guys in the majors, awaiting proper treatment when I get back to Buenos Aires.**

But I'm wireless on the boat, works going well... and the catalyst that sparked this trip home to California was this monumental wedding - Peter Kruse and Blair Campbell are now MARRIED! And OMG... what a wedding it was. Not only was it a great party with all of my closest friends in beautiful San Francisco settings - The Swedenborg church Hotel along the cable car tracks, with a view across all of and then The University Club at 800 Powell Street at the corner of California on the side of Nob Hill, right below the FairmontSF's majestic skyline (pics soon) - but it was a great union between these two lives, crossing at this point and merging together.

Danny got the squirrel story wrong but it worked anyways, causing a low-level stir that began as a whisper, then rising to a hum across the room as the wedding-revelers dining gracefully at the lovely candle-lit white tables began turning towards one another with expressions of morbid curiosity and 'oh no... this must be a joke. He didn't really do that'. No joke people. We ate squirrel catchatoire down there in Cambria California at Matt's b-party. It was good, just perhaps a wee bit 'rabbity'.

Cal Santos wasn't even the drunk guy, it was Disco Bisket's guy from Ireland with the gay dentist downtown with all the broadway musical posters in his office. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves, even the Shelves. Keith and Mandy hung tight, Fortner and Kimber looked bright and even Dukes and Harper stayed on throughout the night. Pato and I ended up with the latest of the late crowd at the Bamboodha Lounge, where my camera finally died. Pato tried and he tried (even told a couple of girls that I worked for the LA Times) but we finally gave up (last call) and off to the East Bay we did fly.

Now Pete and Blair are in Croatia. SUERTE!

* Sherry gave birth to her second baby girl this morning around 3:30am and all sounded well. Super Dave got called off the Res Ipsa next door to watch Violet Honeysuckle, their first daughter, while Sherry and Matt were down at the hospital.

** From what I've gathered up to this point, there's a one-two week period that patients wait through for the swelling to go down before any medical treatment is performed. If I had health insurance I'd go see a doctor. I was investigating different private health care options in Argentina before I left and was getting ready to sign up and I came back to CA. And in the USofA, helth care is fucking expensive, even if you have a good plan at your job.

*** Thanks to EVERYONE (yes Pato, you too) for all the helping hands since I've been back visiting California.