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God it’s good to be on vacation
I boarded the train for San Francisco with a bit of a hangover. The wedding party for Andrew and my cousin Julia was a wonderful time. I danced with my cousins, tow of them in red, one in white and spectacular on her big day. I drank and made new friends, renewed old ones, again gave my speech to my family about preservation and salvation of our bond. It is now up top me to follow through with this. After, I talked long with Jim about mistakes of the past, and my hope for a new future. Talked with many about quilts.
So, today, I set off on my new vacation adventure. San Francisco awaits, like hipster Mecca. I hope to find cool music shops, vintage clothing stores, cheesy presents to bring back home, good Chinese food. Later I will try to connect with Kevin and Min Jung.
Min Jung, by the way, throws the best Porn and Pizza party that I have ever beento. Since it was the only one have ever been to, this wasn’t so hard, but I doubt it could be topped even if I were long experienced. Upon viewing my first gay porn video, which was described to me as only mildly hardcore, I have become very aware of one indisputable fact.
I AM NOT GAY.
Saw Ernie, Saw Tartac, saw people who remembered or knew by reputation 20X2. All in all, I had a great time. Here’s hoping my day in the city will be equally great.