Hell Week

The past week was a little over the top for me. I like to spend at least one or two nights at home, relaxing and staring at the walls…but that didn’t happen.

Monday, I had a work event. I brought my best friend Daniel who I hadn’t seen in such a long time. It was great to catch up and chow down on some damn good food. All the best restaurants in the city were there. But even better than the food was the wine. My favorite winery, Papapietro Perry, had a booth. I was all over it!

Tuesday was another work event. More good wine, more good food.

Wednesday was the Literary Death Match which is one of the funniest things I’ve been to in a long time. I almost peed in my pants, the whole event was HILARIOUS. The event started in NYC, but has made its way over here. They’ve done three so far. How it works: there are two rounds. In each of the two rounds, two local writers from various writing or spoken word organizations are pitted against one another. They each get ten minutes to read their work. Three judges determine the winner of each round. Last Wednesday, the judges hailed from Random House, the New York Times, and a local journal. After the two winners from each round were determined, then there was a final challenge. The final challenge was to decipher the names of Pulitzer prize winning authors whose names were written in practically undecipherable Cyrillic. I’m not sure if I wrote makes any sense, but come to the next one. I’d say it’s one of the best events in the city. Google Literary Death Match. The next one will be during Litquake in October.

Thursday I had class which I swear is killing me. We have so many assignments; this class will be the death of me. Plus, I realized I suck as a writer. Listening to my classmates and their reading puts me to shame.

Friday was our Tiki pub crawl which several of my friends from work put on. I had a good time, running around North Beach in my grass skirt, flowery bra, and leis. Ended the night at the opposite end of the city at a place that couldn’t have had less of a surrounding for a bunch of Tiki themed people. Closed out the night at Butter, the white trash ghetto bar South of Market.

Saturday we celebrated my brother-in-law’s birthday with brunch at Annie’s Bistro on California and Divisadero which was good. I got to hang out with my nephew Dominic which is always a hoot. That kid loves my Blackberry and cell phone.

At night, Marc and I ended up again in each other’s arms. (That’s a metaphor, people.) We had dinner at the Salt House which was AMAZING. Tuna, foie gras, and steak. Each food item was prepared two ways. Totally excellent. Then off to Harlot which was next door. And a night cap at Cinch on Polk Street. Total gay bar.

Tonight is the JT concert. Unfortunately, it’s more of the same this coming week. I just want one night of rest!!!