Moving is always a crazy time. It's good, it's happy, it's sad. It's just crazy. But it's fun! It's exciting! I'm going home! To the biggest party my beautiful city has ever seen! To a Black and Gold Superbowl! To Mardi Gras nine days later!
Good-bye San Francisco. New Orleans, can't wait to see you!
That's my room mate down there. Oh wait. I guess he's not my room mate any more. Damn. I have to admit. I broke down and cried like a... like I can't explain when he gave me his key and hugged me good-bye tonight. Unfortunately Stone was there to witness the spectacle. Fabulous.
Had a really wonderful last evening in town. Perfect, probably. Took a couple of self portraits in the window when I got home. I thought the light in the hall made the shadow look cool in the glass. Maybe it was the wine...