kristen hosted us in style as usual. as the sausage browned and deglazed and simmered and simmered we drank wine and conversed outside in the fog/drizzle alternating between the umbrella and the heat lamp. I'm going to start marketing SF as a "cold spa". we'll set up relaxation suites in the outer richmond where you can let the cold moist air replenish your skin and re-hydrate your liver. just like TB victims of yore traveled to the southwest for its dry air, the modern set will flock to the sunset for its magnificent rejuvenate effects.
I brought gretchen out to meet steve and kristen. Chris brought his friend Sebastian, who we had all independently noticed hanging down in glen park on our way in.
I realized that all my friends smoke. i don't know when it came back into fashion. but we are all dedicated in our own ways. of course, i only smoke when i drink, but that seems to be a lot lately. Sebastian out smoked us all with his pipe and tobacco. Smelling the open tobacco tin actually made my mouth water. strange how non-food items can do that.
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