Happy happy birthday to me. We're in San Francisco for the weekend, again. Staying near the Castro.

Out last night to Powerhouse for their monthly underwear contest. Just a bit silly. The bar was more crowded than we expected, but no good stories. Afterward, pizza in the Castro. I should have taken a picture of the very drunk fellow trying to order and eat a slice while remaining upright. He was only marginally successful. A word of advice: if you wear those low rise girly girl jeans, make sure you aren't flashing plumber's crack to the rest of the restaurant while snarfing your pizza. He then wobbled his way to the sidewalk and attempted to drunk dial someone before bolting across the street to catch a cab.

I think I will walk down to Noah's to fetch a bagel.