Kiss and tell

So I kissed a boy this weekend and now I am feeling ill. Oy vey, it seems that I always get myself into trouble by kissing boys.

I had my final day at CPK yesterday and it was heavenly. Tonight, some friends and I are going out to celebrate. I wish I felt better, but I'm not going to let a little cold stand in my way.

I sold Mimi (my old car) this weekend to a dealer in Burlingame. My only hope is that her new owner is not some punk kid who puts a fin on her and drives her to rice rocket rallys. She was always a great car and I will miss her dearly.

Tomorrow marks my first day at the PD as a real in-service dispatcher. I'm very much looking forward to being on my own after nine months of training.

June is Gay Pride Month across the U.S. Here in San Francisco, Gay Pride weekend is the last weekend of the month (which is the 23rd through the 25th). San Francisco has a month long celebration with the Film Festival (www.frameline.org) and many other activities planned throughout the month. The funny thing about Gay Pride weekend is that you run into all sorts of people throughout the weekend. It's more of a big party than anything else. I ran into a girlfriend of mine, her firefigher husband, and two young kids last year at the street fair. When I asked, "What are you doing here?", she beamed and responded, "It's Gay Pride! Where else would I be?"

God I love this town. Cuidate.