I think I'm sufficiently recovered from our weekend in SF. It was a theraputic trip, more than anything. Both of us have been pining for the city lately. When the opportunity to zip up for a couple of days presented itself, I took it.

Spent the weekend at Marky's slick studio in a gorgeous old Victorian near Divisidero and Hayes. Met a few cute boys, went out a bit, played, hiked, etc. etc. etc. The trip was fun, but reinforced my most and least favorite things about the City. I'm not so anxious to move back right away, but can't rule it out....

Jason is in SF for the weekend, so I have the house to myself. Although I'd planned to go out and have a bit of fun, I've been a recluse so far. Thursday night, we went out to The Local Leather bar. I drank entirely too much, made a fool of myself, and spent Friday with a smashing hangover. Thus, I'm a recluse.

I'm sure Jason's having a ball in San Francisco. We've been talking lately about how much we miss the city. I'm not certain I want to rush back to live in the Bay Area, but I know I'm not really enjoying Phoenix as much as I once did. Or thought I did.

I'm ready for a change. Or a lot of changes.

We've imported a little SF for the weekend. Marky is here for his annual visit. Drinks will be consumed, parties will be crashed, hearts will be broken.

I'm in a dither trying to put together a little cocktail party for tomorrow night. Wheee.