Why Francisco is Awesome

Last night I finally realized my dream of being in the same room as Brett Mckenzie. Thank you Francisco. It was about 95 degrees inside Hawthorne, but with Brett there the temperature could only be cool cool cool. Francisco almost convinced Hana, Brett's partner, that if she came to San Francisco we could find a gig for her to DJ at (a reasonable assumption. She would be great for some chill morning after music.), and if SHE came, maybe HE would come too. Hey, it's between NZ and New York, he needs to pass through there anyway.

I also had amazing Thai food at Siam Reap. Thank you again Francisco. Can't believe I've never been there, it's 8 minutes from my apartment.

That boy is putting some serious effort into this. I am impressed. I don't generally get wooed, affairs of my heart have generally been pretty chill compared to the mainstream mythology of what romance is all about. Ever since disasterously dating one of my drama club colleagues in high school, I've gravitated towards the easy to talk to, be silent with, do nothing with, low-drama kind of guy. It suits me in most ways, but it's nice being wooed.

Jillian on Project Runway seems to be a reasonable person. It's nice to see that all the unreasonability of high school left not only my building, but everyone else's. I keep thinking my friends are getting cooler, but maybe they're just getting older.