“Well, there was one guy [Bruce] parading down Market Street wearing
nothing but a see-through shower curtain. And the cops did
respond — very quickly. As a matter of fact, a young cop stopped
the naked guy, pulled out a camera and said, ‘Excuse me — but
can I get a picture with you?’ How’s that for changing times?” sfgate.com (scroll to the bottom)
Derek and I overheard a conversation at brunch a few weeks ago. A recent bride was bemoaning the fact that a friend of a friend had broken the “no children” rule at her wedding. No children? At a wedding? I have a very difficult time understanding the concept of no children at a wedding. On a different note, I’ve just ordered a bunch of these for our procession. 19 days remain.
Judith and I stumbled upon Princess Johnson aka Ethan Quatorze at Macy’s. She’s got a show coming up at Martuni’s, Sunday July 11, 7PM.
Making Happy, Peachy Rose
emptyPictures, give me love
brownglasses.com, Pigeon Bone
[Canon 300D]
Please don’t tell anyone attending our wedding that I assembled our lavender “throws” while watching The Fog. I feel somewhat guilty that I wasn’t watching something more romantic like Casablanca, Roman Holiday or Doctor Zhivago — no, I was watching Adrienne (and her “Barbeaus”) whisper sweet nothings to zombie sailors out at sea. I love watching movies filmed in and around where I live and The Fog toodles through Tomales Bay, the Point Reyes Lighthouse, Drakes Bay, etc. The Dead Pool cruises right by my front door and Vertigo cruises over the 17th Street Hill. This weekend is all about our favours. I’m hoping TiVo has something yummy queued up.
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