Delighful Dolores

Summer has hit San Francisco, and we took full advantage of it by heading straight from work to Dolores Park to enjoy the lingering warmth and sunshine. The days are definitely getting shorter and I dread the coming early darkness. Shilpa and I stopped for a little local delicacy, Hangar One Mandarin Blossom, and some soda and packed a cooler for the park where we were joined by Barney May and Paul Day.

Barney May and a happy Wilson.

The joy of the afternoon was marred only by some sad news from Barney [which will be revealed later].

Barney May dashes Wilson's spirit.

That truly pained me, and did the news that RMJ [also to be revealed later], and I was grateful for the rain on Saturday morning so I could stay in bed and be bummed about the looming [again]. That, and the some of the [again] discussion that followed the announcements.

But I digress.

The park was wonderful, and a very SF evening.

Shilpa was happy as a lark with her husband (me), her boyfriend

and her Barney.

We also enjoyed strangers' SF-apartment sized dogs (i.e. tiny) and the far too cute kids coming out to play with just-home-from-work daddies. This one was determined to make it down the hill by herself without any help.

She balanced precariously, not taking a step, for several minutes before her father ultimately took her hand and led her down to the playground. Crocs aside, which are just child abuse really, she was dipped in cute.

And then there was the martial arts guy across the park. PeeDee supplied the sound effects.



Afterwards, as we do, we hit happy hour at Badlands,

where we met up with RMJ.


And, by the way, I was touchably-soft and quite manly in my Nashville Grizzlies t-shirt, so thanks and shout out to David for that gift.

RMJ and Barney engaged the shall be unnamed but let's just say Batshit Crazy. They did not heed my "edit/delete" warnings until far, far too late. RMJ and Barney both called me later, after multiple incidents of psychotic behavior, to apologize for not taking my advice to avoid. Seriously, what do I have to do? Wave my arms yelling "Danger, Danger Will Robinson!"?

Meanwhile, the bar fly Shilpa was hanging out with her other gays. It cracks me up that she has become such a regular at Badlands that she has her own drinking buddies there who call her by name.

And invite her to birthday parties. But that's a story for the next post.