San Francisco

I got talked down from last night's debacle by my Cowboy, and I feel much better. That was some weird stuff last night.  UGH.  Fortunately, the morning started off great (I always love the sound of a special ringtone waking me) and I picked up my friend's son and headed to San Francisco.

We met my friend "M". I asked M if he would show T the gay side of San Francisco, so he'd feel more comfortable about going there and what was up.  I picked the right guy cuz M was so much fun and very knowledgeable. He pointed out the great restaurants, great shops, naughty places, great homes and architecture. He even took us to lunch at a great sushi place.

Although we didn't spend all the time we wanted there, at least T has some great places to hit up if he goes, and he made a new friend.  Doesn't get much better than that. T and I had a hell of a chat going there and coming back.  He's a talker that one, but he has good insight for someone so young.

By the way Peeps...do you know how intimidating it is to dress for a date with gay guys???  I mean, the gay guys I know are pretty well put together, smell good, dress nice, etc.  I just wasn't sure what the heck to wear.  I ended up with blue jeans, elevated black and white sneakers, white top, black blazer with 3/4 sleeves, and a crochet threaded multi-colored neck scarf.  I guess I did ok. Of course I wore my signature fragrance and I always get compliments on that...so it couldn't be all bad.

After we got home, I headed to the store and picked up some salmon to grill, juice, crackers, cheese, etc. Fired up the Que, poured a glass of wine and there we have it...a successful Saturday. Dizzy is not pushing her luck and going out tonight.  She's staying put and will probably watch a movie along with her second glass of wine...Hello Zinfandel!