Watching the sun set over the city from a friend’s place in Dolores Heights. Lovely.
OH: ‘Guaranteed, he’s sitting on his couch with a bottle of wine, bitching and twittering.’
About to go to a birthday dinner. 30!
But, wait, deal with airport security on my birthday? Maybe not. Instead, let’s just go for midnight drinks at Casanova. @brit, you in?
I turn 30 tomorrow. Based on my childhood plans, I have 1 more day to get married, have a few kids, and become a Supreme Court justice.
Oh, and win a gold medal in track & field, which I was supposed to do in 1996.
The last hour and a half has been quite productive. Let’s keep it up.
Tomorrow should be an interesting day. (She said with fingers crossed and a heart full of hope.)
The Internet is back! Hooray for connectivity! (And spell check)
Enjoying a concert at the Fillmore. Musicians, magicians, and cute guys onstage. Yay!
Anyone want to play hooky tomorrow and see the Red Sox play in Oakland? First pitch 12:35. Bleachers are $10. Let me know.