It's ok, I don't like pork that much anyway

Francisco is gone. Gone gone gone! Damnit.

He rented out the club suite at the Duxton for his last night. It kinda felt like he was a bit too distracted to really enjoy it, he had this gargantuan list to tick off during his last 2 days here. We were supposed to be at the hotel at about 4 or 5, but ended up checking in at 8. And then he left to do a couple more errands while I ran around and around the circular pathway ascribed by our suite's hallway, bedroom, and living room. That's right baby, we had 2 TVs. And 2 bathrooms. And a bar area and hallway. Such extravagance. We had room service dinner, then Allen and Sarah showed up and we had this bizarre photo shoot with all of Allen's new remote-controlled lighting equipment while drinking the last of the Italian wines. Real movie star. Later I had a long bath and stained the tub with my bath bomb while Francisco watched movies. *Snip* The next morning was free breakfast buffet (amazing stewed plums. I know that sounds gross but I've only had canned stewed plums before and that was probably about 20 years ago, it was amazing to have fresh tart ones). I kind of was like Good Riddance when we were saying our goodbyes, Get Out of Here Already and Let Me Rest in Peace, but now another day has passed and the sadness is kicking in. I'm not sad enough to cry, as everyone else has been doing, I just feel a little lost and trapped. Mostly trapped, by my inability to access Francisco whenever I want to. I forgot this weird feeling. It'll pass soon. By next week I'll be fine.

Oh yeah, and we dined at Citron on Saturday, which I think cost the same amount as the hotel room. It was pretty fantastic. Full of bizarrely awesome wine pairings. They did unbelievable things to potatoes, and started us off with something I wouldn't be far off the mark by calling wagyu beef jerky, which had me fantasizing about fancy camping. Which might happen soon, if Ken and Jeanne really go through with an Easter weekend camping trip on their new land.

Anyway there are other things going on. On Sunday at 8pm I'll be performing with Jenny and others at the Newtown Community Centre, doing the African dance thing. Come if you have nothing else to do, it should be a drumming good time.

Tonight thru Saturday I have zero plans though. It feels great! I will read Iain M Banks' newest book and clean my house and body. Enough extravagance for now. I'm imposing a ban on pork until I can see Francisco again.

Please don't die on your travels, I'll miss bacon too much.