Sam Francisco Stories [3]

After last night, they actually should call it Sam Francisco. Seriously. Or at least they should rename SOMA. Give him a statue or something. No, a trough. Yeah, that's it. I think he might be kinda insane. I'm kidding...strike the 'kinda'. Not a long trip to drive him crazy for real. Wouldn't even have to pack a lunch.

Like I have room to talk. Yep, we're full up on crazy this weekend at Piggy House. And it feels damn good.

Tonight will be more of a social night. A lot of the friends that have been out of town are getting back today, and we're all meeting up at the Metro. A bunch of the folks that Sam's met already will be there, and you should, too.

Speaking of friends he's already met, it's been a kind of cool side-effect of this weekend that I've gotten to be so much better friends with Troy. Or maybe I just realized that we had already become pretty good friends. And I noticed yet again that all my friends are physically beautiful (yeah, Troy is handsome as fuck). It makes me wonder if I'm really just that shallow. Oooh, note to self: bring camera tonight.