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THIS is vacation.

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Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

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I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We
all
look
like
we
feel

(lyrics from Stolen by Dashboard Confessional)

I always find myself strangely happy in San Francisco.

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Maybe it’s the sparkly sidewalks.  Maybe it’s the cool breezes.  There’s a pretty good chance it’s the people.

Bug and Buckman and I will be road-tripping up in a few weeks, for nine whole lovely unhurried days.

I will be celebrating Rose’s birthday with her, at a lodge on top of Mt. Tam, under the full moon.  I’ll be celebrating the engagement of Zia and Lele at a shower thrown by their families.  (Remind me to tell you the story of Lele’s proposal, as related to me by Zia.  It will include the words “shaman” and “Mexico City.”)  And in between these two events, I’ll be prowling the city with my camera, and maybe prowling on Rose’s roof again with Little Nick.

Beaches and ferries and bookshops, oh my!