San Francisco Update

Been in this good old town for 6 days now. Will has awesomely allowed us to basically take over his entire basement. We've been madly trying to see everyone but after Monday I burned out a bit. Partied down at the massive False Profit dancy dancy, followed by afterparty with the partykidz, and didn't go to bed until 11am that New Year's "night." Am I too old for this yet? My synapses seem to think so. Actually I'm feeling back to normal today (Wednesday), ready to luxuriate with the ladies at the Kabuki baths for girl's night. But it does concern me that most of my partykidz interactions aren't sober. Are there any meaningful connections between us? I guess it's hard to lump an entire group of people together this way, because there will always be stand-out individuals. The other night we hung out with Audrey, Matt, and Cary and it was just the nicest group. We all get along and have interesting things to say. I miss them all so much!

I think my summary of this vacation so far is: One of the most well-balanced and artfully arranged vacations ever. I've seen just about every person I know in this country and enjoyed the full spectrum of awesome American dining. Even Rikky's in town for some work stuff this week! I'm so glad Francisco made this all possible. Not sure how I can ever thank him for all he's done. I don't know how he does it, but he's a social mastermind. He NEVER burns out on people. Or when he does, he seems perplexed by the feeling, and has to talk about it at length because of how unusual it is. He doesn't seem to realize that what he's telling me is normal and pretty much a daily experience for me. Actually, I've impressed myself on this trip by not burning out until New Year's, and then bouncing back so quickly.

Heheh, I saw Alex Graveley (sp?) last night at NewFriday. The man who doesn't know what he wants while everyone wants him. It was good to see him after so long, if only to hammer in the point that I'm doing the right things, following the real dreams. It made me love Francisco even more. He talked about wanting to get back together with Audrey and I was screaming, "Nooooooo!" on the inside. He'll probably forget again by tomorrow though.

New York and Seattle are distant dreams, and New Zealand is a memory of a memory. Time resets at every new destination, with the current standard wiping out presence of the old. The present is never more vivid than when traveling. It's hard to mistake yesterday or 5 hours ago with the present when time keeps resetting. Oh time! I'm glad we have you. Life would be so disorganized otherwise.