Up past me bed time. I was making a cake, see.
Oh, and it's mint-chocolate-raspberry with marshmallow fondant and hel-looooo diabetic shock in case you were wondering.
Halloween is coming! HalloWEEN is coming! It's this Friday, and I've just put my costume together. I'm going as Faye Dunaway playing Bonnie Parker who's just been shot but before she's been shot as much as she was. So, it's like Bonnie Parker with just one or two bullet holes instead of twenty-five or whatever. As portrayed by Faye Dunaway. I'll... probably just tell people I'm Bonnie Parker. Because they'll probably have to ask. And they'll be like "Who's that?" and I'll be like "Bonnie and Clyde?" and they'll be like "Oh. Where's your gun?" and I'll be like, "Couldn't find one. Isn't it a sad world we live in?" and they'll be like, "Yeah. Did you try the party store in Hollywood?" and I'll say, "No, I didn't think of that," but it'll be next Monday by the time that comes up, so I'll just tell them I'll have to remember that next year, and then maybe they'll do that double finger guns thing. Yeah. So, anyway, I'll take pictures.
That's me! Except it's Faye Dunaway.
I saw a dead coyote on the road this morning, and it was a pretty gruesome mess. :( I don't want that image stuck in my head, so I made a new one.
Doug and I went to San Francisco this past weekend. It was his umpteenth visit and my second, though - as I told everyone who asked - it may as well have been my first. All I really saw the first time I went to Shaky Town was the backside of a music venue and maybe a bread bowl. I was dating a bass player at the time. What can ya do? But this time I wasn't there for somebody else's gig, and I actually enjoyed myself.
We stayed at the San Remo, an adorable 1906 hotel with few modern conveniences and dark, spooky hallways. I'm not ashamed to admit that I asked Doug to wait for me in the hall as I went to use the restroom one night (there are no private bathrooms in this joint, but there are pull-chain toilets!). They say there's a ghost girl who roams the halls and "tries to get into" one of the rooms. For some reason, the thought of a ghost trying and failing to get into a place night after night creeps me out more than if it just whooshed right through the wall all, "Hey, what's up? Just passing through."
Other adventures of note: riding a cable car, milling about at Fisherman's Wharf, lots of good food and some really bad food (avoid Steps of Rome at all costs), spotting locations from Hitchcock's Vertigo, and meeting some very cool people.
I took lots of pictures with my cell phone and my Minolta Himatic G, but most of my film photos turned out blurry and faded this time. :( I'll show 'em to you anyway, though:
I've decided to start blogging again and have made a whole new site just for the occasion (but all posts will be cross-posted here. This is also why there were about 500 of the same post from me earlier. Won't happen again, I swears!). Huzzah! I'll have more to post soon. Until then, have a photo that Doug took.
