Oh darlings, I'm so very sorry to have sort of drifted off like that. Oops. First there was my whirlwind tour of the south, then my computer died and then inertia won out once again. But trust me, my thoughts were never far from you. Except when I was thinking about snacks.
Austin was terribly amusing since I got to hang out with Diane von Austinburg and eat excellent Mexican food and I found a cock ring in a thrift store.
I visited with my white trash crazy family in Houston all of whom are still white trash, crazy and very amusing. The less said, the better.
The night I got to New Orleans there was a parade. Not for me, specifically, but for Halloween, but close enough. It was the Krewe of Boo. Is that adorable or what?
I had a lovely hotel.
And I got to visit with Jason from Night is Half Gone who took me out for the biggest banana split I have ever seen, cause the pound and a half of shrimp I had eaten for dinner shortly beforehand was apparently not enough. He was charming as always.
Oh, and I bought a house.
My plan is to live there during the fall and winter and then flee back here to San Francisco to avoid the miserable heat, cause I have done my time with that bullshit. It's a block over from my best friend in a terribly cool neighborhood, has a huge yard and seems structurally sound, but shabby, just the thing an elderly poof needs as a hobby.
It's been a rental for the last thirty or forty years, I'm sure we've all seen the equivalent dingy white paint and cheap bathrooms.
I intend to drag its sorry ass into the land of fagulous beauty. My friend Stephen, who has lots of experience with renovations, is in charge of the remodeling and I've anointed myself as Queen Decorator. Lots of turquoise.
I'm going back on Saturday for the inspection on Tuesday and unless that turns up a nest of alien invaders in one of the back rooms, I'm set.
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