Last night the Lad and I attended the 48 Hour Film Project in Dolores Park. I love that park at night: the lambent lights on the tennis courts, the anile palms rustling their gossipy heads together, and Ursa Major overhead eating the rest of the stars. The weather was as good as the park and the films were as good as the weather. There should be more activities that involve a gathering of my peers without involving loud IDM or excessively sugary mixed drinks.
In other news, if you have my copy of A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, can you let me know?
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