Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Crexcent City Craziness

Our dear friends Kevin and Steve arrive today for a visit from New Orleans. The nominal reason is a wedding of Steve's nephew, I think they really are just trying to escape the miserable heat I hear is suffocating the South. Right on I say, I just don't understand why they waited so long.

We've been friends for quite a while, I believe we met shortly after time was invented. Steve is a landscape architect, Kevin makes Sak's pretty. Drugs and drag have been involved, yes, it's true.
Cow Queen, getting all belovelified for some long gone Southern Decadence bacchanal.

It's possible I am the only friend they have who does not pronounce his name "Kebbin." That's because I am a Lady, I do Lady things. Certainly, I am the only one who calls Steve "Cow Queen." The cause of the nickname is lost to the mists of time. I simply appreciate that he puts up with it, the old darling.

They've visited out here often enough over the years, that I have no plans for things to entertain them. I suppose we will just hang out, savoring the fog and cool temps. Could anything be sweeter?

11 comments:

  1. Nothing finer than being with good friends. Especially when they want to be with you.

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  2. why, oh, why must you torment me, peenee?

    Fog? Cashmere sweaters? Pretty things? Lady things? Drugs?!

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  3. After 13yrs. in San Francisco I moved back to Texas. Along with many other things I miss that lovely cool climate the most.
    PS No, I didn't lose my mind just never comfortable after the earthquake; now it's just tornados and hail storms.

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  4. Well, me being there would help! Do tell the dears hello.

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  5. Oh, come on. You live in San Francisco. Surely there must be some bingo parlor, yard sale, Moose lodge, or Hooters restaurant to which you can take the old dears.

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  6. Just the time of summer for a no-plans vakay. Make me proud, little sister.

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  7. There's nothing sweeter than 'forever' friends that recall past times; it somehow sorta validates that past I think. Like, I have only one good friend who remembers when I had a full head of gypsy shag hair and a 29" waistline...Hope their visit was big fun!

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