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Holiday weekend
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qbear and I are on BART this morning, and instead of his usual backpack, he’s brought along a small bag with strap to carry all his work stuff.
“Is that a ‘murse’?” I ask.
“I prefer ‘man-purse’,” Jack says.
“I’ve heard the word ‘murse’ several times this month,” I say. “It’s one of those words that comes out of nowhere and then you hear it everywhere, like ‘cockblocking’.”
“I think ‘murse’ comes from Friends,” Jack says, referring to the episode where Rachel makes Joey carry a fashionable bag.
“On Seinfeld, he called it a ‘European carry-all’.”
“I prefer ‘man-purse’,” Jack replies. “Everything is funnier when it has ‘man-’ in front of it. Like, Get out of bed and get your man-panties on!”
* * *
The holiday weekend was spent in a rather low-key manner here. Saturday, we got new cell phones (which was good, because our old phones were falling apart, and mine was held together with tape), and then on Saturday night, dinner withpagerbear, bearfuz, perlcub, mh58, qbear and hardybear. We ate at the Snausage Factory, which was disappointingly average (their bread has become far too crusty), and then walked around the Castro a bit, taking in both gelato and the sights. Over the course of the evening we ran into daved010 and krispybear, plus at least one more Live Journaler whose name I forget. Forgive me, forgotten one! Jack also tripped on a sidewalk on Market Street, and was not especially amused when everyone rushed to my side to make sure I was OK and not too freaked out with broken-leg flashbacks. “What about my comforting needs?” Jack mewled from the pavement ...
Sunday, I trekked down to Pacifica to helpburlyinthebay move his possessions out of a storage cube into a U-Haul. One the way down I started hearing bizarre music in the car, and turned on and off the radio only to eventually realize it was my new phone ringing. To be honest, I’m not much of a cell phone user. Anyway, Dave was running late, so I had lunch at the Taco Bell in Pacifica, which is right on the beach and must have the best view of any Taco Bell in the world, I imagine—sea, beach, surfers, mountains. Eventually Dave showed up and we were able to get to the sweaty work of loading all his thousands of record albums and CDs and tapes and books onto the truck. My moving karma is now paid in full -- because, you know, “Those who help move, get help, moving.” One thing I’ll say for his self-storage facility – it has the best view of the ocean of any self-storage facility I’ve ever been in. Later on Sunday, Jack and I made stuffed peppers, and I made tentative plans with Calvin (shprdbear) to come down to Santa Cruz and help clean and paint his place (although these plans later fell through).
Monday, some old friends from back east were visiting town, so I drove them around San Francisco and showed them some sights – Fort Point, Twin Peaks, etc. I was rather proud to show them my adopted city, which has really become our home. I have a good job here, as does Jack, and we have a lovely home, right in the middle of one of the great cities of the world. Add to that all our wonderful and talented friends, and as I told our visitors, life out here on the West Coast is pretty satisfying.
qbear and I are on BART this morning, and instead of his usual backpack, he’s brought along a small bag with strap to carry all his work stuff.“Is that a ‘murse’?” I ask.
“I prefer ‘man-purse’,” Jack says.
“I’ve heard the word ‘murse’ several times this month,” I say. “It’s one of those words that comes out of nowhere and then you hear it everywhere, like ‘cockblocking’.”
“I think ‘murse’ comes from Friends,” Jack says, referring to the episode where Rachel makes Joey carry a fashionable bag.
“On Seinfeld, he called it a ‘European carry-all’.”
“I prefer ‘man-purse’,” Jack replies. “Everything is funnier when it has ‘man-’ in front of it. Like, Get out of bed and get your man-panties on!”
* * *
The holiday weekend was spent in a rather low-key manner here. Saturday, we got new cell phones (which was good, because our old phones were falling apart, and mine was held together with tape), and then on Saturday night, dinner with
pagerbear, bearfuz, perlcub, mh58, qbear and hardybear. We ate at the Snausage Factory, which was disappointingly average (their bread has become far too crusty), and then walked around the Castro a bit, taking in both gelato and the sights. Over the course of the evening we ran into daved010 and krispybear, plus at least one more Live Journaler whose name I forget. Forgive me, forgotten one! Jack also tripped on a sidewalk on Market Street, and was not especially amused when everyone rushed to my side to make sure I was OK and not too freaked out with broken-leg flashbacks. “What about my comforting needs?” Jack mewled from the pavement ...Sunday, I trekked down to Pacifica to help
burlyinthebay move his possessions out of a storage cube into a U-Haul. One the way down I started hearing bizarre music in the car, and turned on and off the radio only to eventually realize it was my new phone ringing. To be honest, I’m not much of a cell phone user. Anyway, Dave was running late, so I had lunch at the Taco Bell in Pacifica, which is right on the beach and must have the best view of any Taco Bell in the world, I imagine—sea, beach, surfers, mountains. Eventually Dave showed up and we were able to get to the sweaty work of loading all his thousands of record albums and CDs and tapes and books onto the truck. My moving karma is now paid in full -- because, you know, “Those who help move, get help, moving.” One thing I’ll say for his self-storage facility – it has the best view of the ocean of any self-storage facility I’ve ever been in. Later on Sunday, Jack and I made stuffed peppers, and I made tentative plans with Calvin (shprdbear) to come down to Santa Cruz and help clean and paint his place (although these plans later fell through).Monday, some old friends from back east were visiting town, so I drove them around San Francisco and showed them some sights – Fort Point, Twin Peaks, etc. I was rather proud to show them my adopted city, which has really become our home. I have a good job here, as does Jack, and we have a lovely home, right in the middle of one of the great cities of the world. Add to that all our wonderful and talented friends, and as I told our visitors, life out here on the West Coast is pretty satisfying.
