I'm not sexy. This became readily apparent as I perspired like a pig tossing around 36 pound boxes of government issue pork and 24 pound crates of pasta Saturday morning while the sexiest geek couple of 2007 smiled and sassed their way through similar hard labor.
I am sexy. If the sexy Svetlana's interest in me teaching her a few moves at the 222 Club Saturday night is any indication. She was fun but nothing compared to the meal we had at Red Box Sushi.
Perfection in the raw, we ate the finest sushi I've ever had in the dark crevices of the Tenderloin with a young sushi chef, his downtempo grooves, and pre-new year sake for all. If there is anything calling me to San Francisco with ever mesmerizing tones, it is nights like these.
And people like Nathalie and Damon, who can turn a mellow afternoon in Hayes Valley or a low key early evening NYE pre-party into epic/memorable affairs. From catching the spirit at the ringing of the bells at the Asian Art Museum to decadent drinks and laughter at Absinthe to video game Karaoke at their home, they continue to prove they are special people cut from a different cloth than most.
I gush about my regular SF peoples every time I come back from the city but, interestingly, this trip didn't feature most of that cast. Next time, y'all. We're doing 1 trip a month to the Yay in '08. What's my reason for coming up in February?
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