les bains sont bons

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I feel all warm and relaxed. Showers are one of the best things ever, especially when it's nice and chilly outside. Mmmm showerific.

So I'm about to go have breakfast with my aunt. Going out to breakfast is one of my flavorite things, and there hasn't been much of that going on lately. I think I might spend the week housesitting for my aunt and uncle in Forestville, so that'd be cool. And it'd save money on gas. And that can be nothing but a good thing.

Craig and Devorah came over last night and we all pitched in on the most glorious dinner. It was nice, they're both such good friends. Then we went to Healdsburg and went to a couple of the bars down there. The first was too packed and the second was a redneck bar that made very good cosmopolitans. Go figure. Only in Healdsburg, I think. The plan was originally that we would go to Fab, but of course it was Women's Weekend andCraig didn't want to go. So then we decided to finally try the Black Cat, but I realized that I have no photo ID thanks to the rat bastard that broke into my car. So I couldn't go anywhere I'd get carded. So no gay bars. *sigh* Devorah knew one of the bouncers in Healdsburg and the other was happy with the paper ID, so that worked out. Man, I so need my ID and ATM card, then everything will be cool again. It's really rather difficult to function in our society without them. Craig and I were trying to explain the difference between gay and straight bars to Devorah, and I decided that she hould see it first hand and on a large scale at Halloween in the Castro. Yayyy!