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snousleHad a short trip into SF. The number of commitments I could have in the city is so large I feel very self conscious about going in at all. Hard to keep up with people that are eminently worthy of keeping up with.
On impulse, I had bought a pair of sexy saddle-patched 501s from Paul Johnson (Offramp Leathers) at the Folsom St. Fair. The tag said 32-30 and they seemed right at the time, but on getting home they were more like 32-27 and looked ridiculous when I sat down. I mean, maybe I could have worn them to the beach or something. He said he'd exchange them, so I bought a pair of new Carhartts and he's doing them up in brown leather. They're going to be super-extra-sexy. It's going to be interesting wearing them riding with the local HOG group. I figure if some redneck doesn't like them I can just tell him he can stop staring at my ass any time he wants. But more likely, I think there's a real chance these pants will get me laid. They say "fuck me" from about a quarter of a mile away. That's what I love about motorcycles: they offer plausible deniability for so many things.
Definitely: no more black leather, it's all brown from here. So I'm glad I got to change the pants as well as the size.
Spent some time at the Eagle and chatted up a really hot guy I've had my eye on for years. Just never got the chance to talk much before.
Dim Sum with a friend at Yet Wah on Diamond Heights was an alarming experience. The dim sum itself was OK - the restaurant was quiet and they made it to order, so at least it was served hot - but man, was the place ever filthy. I cannot believe anyone would manage a restaurant like that. I mean, not only did the white tablecloths have prominent stains and crumbs, so did the white fucking paper placemats they laid on top of them. Hello, you can afford to dispose of these things, they are disposable. And remember kids, it's much easier to clean a bathroom than it is to clean a kitchen! Judge accordingly.
First rain of the season here, so there's been a bit of scrambling around. We got the woodshed put together and filled with dry wood on a timely basis, so no worries there. Big rains tomorrow, so I have disconnected the collection barrel at the spring, since there's going to be a lot of mud coming through. Glad the water crunch will soon be over. I love the instant-green effect of the moss - the leaves may be brown, but everything else is lush and vibrant. Also got a good look at the pileated woodpecker that lives here, he's big and colorful, but kind of shy, so I had only seen him at a distance. Very interesting bird.
One dinner party tomorrow night then the rest of the week is off. Next week is hell week, with events on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. It's the ONE weekend I would REALLY like to have off, but I couldn't say no to the weekend bookings. Such is life, I've actually been pleased at how many events end up happening mid-week.
On impulse, I had bought a pair of sexy saddle-patched 501s from Paul Johnson (Offramp Leathers) at the Folsom St. Fair. The tag said 32-30 and they seemed right at the time, but on getting home they were more like 32-27 and looked ridiculous when I sat down. I mean, maybe I could have worn them to the beach or something. He said he'd exchange them, so I bought a pair of new Carhartts and he's doing them up in brown leather. They're going to be super-extra-sexy. It's going to be interesting wearing them riding with the local HOG group. I figure if some redneck doesn't like them I can just tell him he can stop staring at my ass any time he wants. But more likely, I think there's a real chance these pants will get me laid. They say "fuck me" from about a quarter of a mile away. That's what I love about motorcycles: they offer plausible deniability for so many things.
Definitely: no more black leather, it's all brown from here. So I'm glad I got to change the pants as well as the size.
Spent some time at the Eagle and chatted up a really hot guy I've had my eye on for years. Just never got the chance to talk much before.
Dim Sum with a friend at Yet Wah on Diamond Heights was an alarming experience. The dim sum itself was OK - the restaurant was quiet and they made it to order, so at least it was served hot - but man, was the place ever filthy. I cannot believe anyone would manage a restaurant like that. I mean, not only did the white tablecloths have prominent stains and crumbs, so did the white fucking paper placemats they laid on top of them. Hello, you can afford to dispose of these things, they are disposable. And remember kids, it's much easier to clean a bathroom than it is to clean a kitchen! Judge accordingly.
First rain of the season here, so there's been a bit of scrambling around. We got the woodshed put together and filled with dry wood on a timely basis, so no worries there. Big rains tomorrow, so I have disconnected the collection barrel at the spring, since there's going to be a lot of mud coming through. Glad the water crunch will soon be over. I love the instant-green effect of the moss - the leaves may be brown, but everything else is lush and vibrant. Also got a good look at the pileated woodpecker that lives here, he's big and colorful, but kind of shy, so I had only seen him at a distance. Very interesting bird.
One dinner party tomorrow night then the rest of the week is off. Next week is hell week, with events on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. It's the ONE weekend I would REALLY like to have off, but I couldn't say no to the weekend bookings. Such is life, I've actually been pleased at how many events end up happening mid-week.
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Date: 2009-10-13 01:03 am (UTC)Some of my mentors told me that in the 60's, wearing brown leather meant you were a bottom. I'm kinda fond of brown leather, myself.
I can't wait to see ya in your Carhartts!
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Date: 2009-10-13 02:47 am (UTC)And given that sample photo ... I have to wonder if those jeans were grungy to begin with, and what Paul's limits are in terms of working on filthy denim? *grin*
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 02:40 pm (UTC)It's a big bird, though, looks about 18" long.