SIFTW Tour Continues...Viva la Difference

My photography skillz beyond suck, as does my camera. I also forget to take photos. So here is a collage of my own work and some attributed and borrowed photography demonstrating my last two weekends in DC and SF, respectively.

San Francisco is very different from Kansas City.

Source (This is not a woman. This is also not a photo I took. But I saw her, and I couldn't bring myself to take a photo. It just seemed zoo-like and wrong to do so. But she was a kick-ass dancer.)

I also went to something called Lovefest after I saw the chick in the spangled gold panties walk by where I was having lunch with a friend. And what do you know? 65,000 people in the Castro. Some naked. I was going to text a photo of the man wearing only a hat and a cock ring to my mother, but I couldn't have her heart attack on my conscious so far from home.

We had a book signing and enough people came to fill the bar. It was heavenly and wonderful, and yes, Eden Marriott Kennedy's husband, Jack, is even taller than she is. (Do not be confused. Jack is not pictured here.)

As was the weekend before in DC.

As always, the lovely women of Graco did a fabulous job hostessing. I only wish I had a photo of Amy's face when she saw her new carseat and stroller courtesy of Graco. And also a photo of Lindsay and Lisa's face when I described my new concept: the underass.

Finally, I wish I had a photo of the lovely chocolate brandies I drank with Miss Maggie Mason after dinner at Tosco's, home of red leather booths and steamy drinks. Now I must go back to bed and DIE of exhaustion.