It's all fun and games until...

Yeah, I'm in a funk. It happens every once in awhile, you know. Okay, so usually it is hormonally related but still. That doesn't mean the alleged cause of it isn't relevant.

This time, I could blame its onset on my dear friend Elan. You see, the rat bastard went to Maui with his buddy Rick for a week, which is all fine and good... really. Just DON'T SEND THE PHOTOS (top, bottom). For fuck's sake.

ASshole.

But that's fine. I WANT him to have a good time. On Maui. In the sun. And the warm, crystal-clear blue water. Actually, I'm quite hoping he gets, um, lei'd (there's only so many instances you can use that gag, people, and I'm just bitter enough to do it). Meanwhile, I have been having a very good time with Thespian.

We have been spending quite a lot of time together lately, Thespian and I, even before Elan bailed for Heineken Island. And it's been quite lovely. There was the beautiful and amazing Afro-Peruvian Susana Baca show at the Brava Theatre, followed by a dimly lit, late-night supper at the stylishly haute Slow Club in SF. Mmm...

Then there was a fabulous steak-and-oysters dinner in Marin at the slightly stuffy-esque but very good Buckeye Roadhouse, which we were supposed to follow up with a cool "History of New Orleans Jazz" thing at the Boyer Theatre in Mill Valley, but we were so enjoying a 2003 bottle of Donati Meritage--and each other's company, I think (okay, don't puke now--I deserve to have these moments, fuckers), that we missed the show entirely. Ahh...

AND also, my first feature cover story for The Pacific Sun came out last week. "Yesterday's Papers" (or, "Life During Wartime," as it appears on the website photo) is a Q&A I had with media critic and political activist Norman Solomon. I found Norman to be engaging and inspiring, and I actually learned a lot from him. So I was happy--but anxious, as I always am before a big story comes out--to have written about him.

So yeah, life is good.

But...