After a nasty little encounter with the Meadowood staff concerning our "incidentals" (croquet lessons, the Toblerone candy bar I ate, the tennis balls) we dropped by Dad's place to walk their just-this-side-of-feral dog Dolce, who neither pooped nor peed in what I can imagine is a rare trip outside. The dog apparently isn't bright enough to avoid poison ivy, then tracks it inside to infect everybody. She also doesn't "sit," "stay" or understand "no," but I guess some dogs are late bloomers, eh?
By 3pm we made it to Summer Burkes' place in San Francisco, where she played Tessa the "Stick You" song she wrote for Daphne and Celeste, as well as a new one that talks about "shaking your ta-ta's." I love Summer. She's the only person who digs on unconscious brotherhoods as much as I do. She took us to a barbeque where Archers of Loaf posters were on the wall and Smiths wailed from the Mac G4. I thought, "truly, I am home here."
Tessa and I ate at Betelnut, one of my fave restaurants in America, then walked around the Marina, stopping at bookstore helmed by two cute ladies listening to "Reminiscing" by the Little River Band, petting a 19-year-old cat. I thought, "truly, I am home here."
Then we trucked over to Berkeley to see Seth and a couple of his girlfriends. I'd never been on the campus before, and though I appreciated the stateliness, it was no Chapel Hill. It felt strange to be walking around the only hotbed of liberalism left on academic lawns; signs for pro-Palestinian rallies littered the walkways. Seth, being Jewish and a little skittish, admitted to being a little freaked out by it all.
The Celextant, April 13, 2002
Could there be a slight change in my biochemistry? I admit to a slight feeling of giddiness tonight as we walked around both San Fran and Berkeley, a little like being on a buzz. I know I like the area and all, but I felt a little amped. I hope this feeling can carry me through the flight home.
I thought of the land that Celexa would take me to: Seratonia.
Posted by at April 14, 2002 01:45 AM