We head up the coast, to pick up the host with the most, Ms. Magic in SB. Party for a night with Santa Clara, dreaded vanilla liquor, tricking us with the image of an unrefrigerated egg yolk nun. "If youre going to San Francisco, be sure to put some flowers in your pipe." The Northern pole of Cali sucks us into the vortex we hold onto our britches as the dose of culture we have been missing washes over us. We stay in the Tenderloin at our friend Cleave's wearhouse , who graciously gives us his bed for 3 nights, funny enough none of his roommates seem to stay there so we have this huge place to ourselves and party accordingly. We spend a couple days playing catch up with old friends, and meeting new ones. Strolling through Golden Gate to the tune of a sunny spliff, we split and converge the giant group until, alone at last Bobby and I are at the top of the Observatory with a view of the city. Blue Turtle Seduction plays that night and Dee and I bounce around like old times, with electric coolaid projection, live art in the making, get a good buzz going.
New Years, having cruised the city, packing in as many people, places and tasty meals (thank you grub steak and orphan andy's!) we are ready for the big night @ the Sea of Dreams. In my purple backless, cha-cha, floor-length dress with the ruffles and the slit up the leg, I am escorted by Bobby who's wearing turgouise-green shimmery thai silk suit with shoulder pads. Tonight Mary Poppins meets her match, cause anything we need comes out of B. Mgees pocket, to our surprise. I've been a single girl for a while now, but I got to say what a relief to hand off some of the responsibilty on a strapping young man when youre trippin balls to hard to care about technical shit. While some parts of my brain are firing off at ten times the speed others like verbal communication, have ceased at a halt. He picks up where I fall off. We find ourself transfixed inside a Mark Henson painting, living and breathing, the colors swirling, no such thing as a still life here. We become the ancient statues in the garden making love for thousands of years, plants grow over us and wither away and here we stand emracing in the eternal glow of true romance. I ask the Buddha a question and he answers:" Meditate on Love". The whole night seems to revolve around love, I find myself onstage dancing for the crowd. We dance so hard Bianca splits the seam of her pants!
Once home we snuggle in the bliss of comfort, looking into his eyes I see a reflection of Love, a mirror of acceptance and understanding and recieving. Blissfully we grind to the sound of crackheads in the ally.