First: Forgot to mention how many people came to the house last night. We had... Dave, Tami, Matt, Val, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Me, Steve, Dana, Eleanor, Phil, Jesse, Jeff, Martha, Ed, George, and a guy and a girl random. And Magnum. 20 people. Plus the ones I forget. And we lit off a bajillion fireworks. Anyway...
I went and did all the tourist things in San Francisco today with G&G, Dave and Tami, Matt and Val, and Mom. Took Muni. Rode a cable car, which was cool. Then wandered through the Fairey Building and ate some cheese and bread. Then we took Muni back to West Portal and drove to the Merry-Go-Round in Children's Playground, and met up with Steve, Dana, Eleanor and Phil. And of course, Mr. Magnum.
And now, a tragic story of murder and intrigue. Oh, and lippy.
On the Go-Round, I noticed my Toni & Tina gloss wasn't in my pocket. (The color is "Maya," which is totally coincidental. That's one of my 1/2 sisters, FYI.) I prayed it fell out in the car, or at least on the grass (ha, Rachel,) where I could find it. I sort of forgot about it, but in the parking lot, I saw it! A miracle! My beautiful pinky golden gloss! I saw a dent in the cap but it looked okay. But when I ran over, on closer inspection, I noticed it had been run over by a car. It had exploded.
Quel Tragic, or whatever the hell it is those crazed Frenchies say.
And in case anyone happens to care what I'm listening to, it's a good opportunity to promote an under-appreciated man named Paul Brandt. Usually people who put out one song and go away only have other music that sucks. He put out "I do," which sounds like a crappy love song title, but is actually a song he wrote and performed for his best friends wedding, 'cuz he didn't have any money for a gift. But that was the only single he put out, because he didn't really want to be a singer, he just wanted to give a gift. So he has one album, "Calm Before the Storm," which you should all listen to.

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