My kind of valentine. Pass the climbing rope.After work I'm meeting The Steven in the City for some theater at the ACT in San Francisco. It's a comedy, just when I am in the mood for one!
Despite not buying into the whole Valentine's thing, there will be special eats tomorrow (if for no other purpose than to avoid the over-perfumed crowds): creme brulee and osso bucco (nothing says "I tolerate your mood swings" like twenty six bucks worth of meat.)
If I am very lucky: We expect to (cough. cough.) hit the San Francisco Annual Pillow Fight tomorrow, if I can just find the seam ripper and the old feather pillows. I'd love to have you all there.
This one particularly creepy. Is it a balding child in short pants or an adult wearing boxers at the bedside?