cisco...
and a night of no sleep.
no problem.
made it to the airport in plenty of time...
and conversations with an ex-lover lead to tears on the front of some hostel.
Lovely actually...
the Adelaide downdown, between Geary and Post...just off of Taylor. I highly recommend.
Bust so, the conversation, following the flight and sushi and thoughts of my ex- Peter and his ennamoration with San Fran and a random encounter, though slightly contrived, and 3 street vendors later, and probably 5 drinks... I'm sitting on the stoop waiting for Edward to return and I call him up, not Edward, but my ex-lover Pablo, just to tell him where I am. And to tell him San Fran is awesome. And to tell him I'm still feeling it... The way he went home with some other girl and didn't even have the gall to tell me he was leaving...the party...we were supposed to leave togeather.