I'm afraid I'm just going to have to reduce this weekend to laundry list format. Too much stuff! -Lots more music, both raucous and beautiful, at Ghost Town Gallery for the Diamond Days fest. -The 3 show at Gregory Lind Gallery, including awesome work by Ernesto Burgos, Kyle Ranson and Derrick Snodgrass. There's a giant fabric and bleach piece by Snodgrass that is particularly mind-blowing, and I dare you to tell me how he did it. -The first and third films of Jean Cocteau's Orphic Trilogy at SFMOMA. I appreciated the director's early attempt to explore the thought processes of a poet through a variety of surreal landscapes in Le Sang d'un poète (Blood of a Poet), but I thought the later Le Testament d'Orphée (The Testament of Orpheus) was a lot more sly and fun, with Cocteau appearing himself alongside the likes of Pablo Picasso and characters from Orphée (Orpheus). -The supreme cuteness of Feist at the Greek, with Sasha. Besides the gorgeous music she had these shadow projections being done live behind her that were so so cool: waves created by fingers dragged through ink, an erupting volcano, sparkling lights. Such a great show. -Delicious (and deadly) post-concert Sazeracs at Cesar. -Zachary's pizza, a visit from Patrick and a lot of laughter in honor of Sophie's 9th birthday.
What a fabulous day. The gay marriage ban overturned in California. Strolling in a sundress through the sweaty tourists in Union Square on my way to buy a parasol in Chinatown. Seeing my name pop up in my own Google Reader (thank you Open Space!). A happy hour Boddington's (thank you Logan and JD!). A mind-boggling feast with my dear friends at Burma Superstar (thank you Karen!). People literally dancing in the streets in the Castro. All capped off by the Social Studies show at Bottom of the Hill tonight, where the band's cuteness damn near killed me. And when I walked out of the club at midnight it was still warm enough to go without a jacket.
Seriously epic evening. Somewhere in there: a martini glass wrist stamp, beer, KALX DJ Eddy Bauer, Trackademics, Chow Nasty, a balloon drop, a fireworks fountain, hard limeade, sharks on sticks, a giant stuffed great white, Scout kitty the mighty hunter of chocolate bars, a few sips of a Rockstar to get me home again. I was trying to make up for being sick all last weekend and this incredibly difficult last week of work, clearly. I'm only sad they keep it so dark at the Uptown that it's hard to scope any cute boys.
Bonus random pic, scanned tonight whilst at my parents' house, before all that other stuff. My fascination with space technology (not to mention road trips to the desert) started way early.
In honor of the fabulous Ms Mo, who turns 30 today, a group of us descended on Velvet Cantina tonight to toast the birthday girl. If I weren't still dealing with illness I would have gone straight for the margaritas myself, but I still managed to polish off a plate of avocado cactus enchiladas: grilled nopales, chayote, potatoes, slices of avocado, jalapeno cream sauce, pepper jack cheese, cilantro pesto, rice and refried beans. Feed a cold...