Diary #375

My whirlwind trip to San Francisco last week went quite well!  The combination of Valium, Zofran, a screwdriver (before 7 AM) and first class seating let me sleep through most of the flight, and my visits with my gentlemen were as lovely as usual!  Unfortunately, my return flight on Thursday wasn’t nearly as nice; the arrangements which were wide open when I booked them suddenly turned into TEN people in front of me, so I only barely got on the plane at the last minute and was crammed into a tight little seat way back in steerage.  Ugh.  But at least I got home without sickness and in time for my afternoon appointment, and thanks in part to a lovely cannabis drink I slept like a baby from about 10 PM to 9 AM the next day.  On Friday I had dinner with Jae (who, by the way, is doing very well now), then on Saturday I went for cocktails with Lorelei and Ms. Jane in a lovely hotel lounge; the singer seemed utterly fascinated with us, which we found rather amusing.  And while all this was going on, Grace and Chekhov set out on Friday for the next trip to Oklahoma, and if nothing goes wrong should be on their way back today.  All in all, a busy week but a good one; here’s to most of the remainder of them this year being comparable.