loves me and leaves me

(That's "leave" me, as in "adorn me with foliage.")

Michael has shared his photos from A Midsummer Night's Dream party, but via Kodak's ironically named EasyShare, so I can't link to those from here. (Here's trying.)

Michael is also a professional photog, so his shots are beautiful, and much better than mine.

Morningwood and Peace Blossom
from Michael Smith
For my summary, I posted the photos in the smallest size as there were so many I did not want the post to take too long to load or scroll. Looking back, I think I may have to repost them at a larger size for the full effect.

Reviewing Michael's photos, I realized I did not fully appreciate the scope of the party, how much fun it was, or the tremendous effort everyone put into their costumes.


I must also humbly admit something. I am loathe to make this public in the blog but I made a decision to be honest about everything and put it out there so I might as well share.

I didn't have anything but coffee and a tomato for breakfast that day, and at the party I had a couple of vodkas...and one of the, shall we say "mystical," brownies from Olympus. I have never had a California brownie before, and I'm sure the empty stomach was a bad idea upon bad idea. As I am still South Beaching it, I was more concerned about the sugar than the other contents.

Basically, I was out of it, and don't remember a lot of the end of the night. And looking at Michael's slide show, bits of memory spark, but I am missing a lot.

There are a couple of shots of me near Russ, on whom I have had a bar crush for a couple of years. We talked at the Lupercalia (he was with date/bf at the time) and since had brief yet somewhat meaningful exchanges at Moby's. I was hoping to see him at the Dream.

In Michael's slide show, there is a photo of us together. This sparks some memory. I remember that I talked to him. But not in what manner, for how long, or if I was charming or a complete mess. I have a vague recollection that I formally asked him out, and he declined, albeit politely. I don't imagine I was very suave. Jimbo told me today that at one point, I was petting him.

OMFG.

I am moritfied.

People in SF smoke pot like it's having a beer. I've never smoked. Not for any moral/ethical reason, I just can't handle smoke of any kind (asthma and all that). The hardest drug I've ever done (other than the time someone dosed my drink unbeknownst to me) is Jack Daniels. I love Jack Daniels, which is why I rarely drink it. I will gladly add brownies to the list of things I should try at least once, and now will do never again. Like rappelling.

I feel I need to do some damage control with Russ, but I don't have his contact information. I don't even know his last name.

I should have known it would soon be over.


I mean, the fat lady singing was right there.

(You can see me and Ross to the right.)