I called Dan yesterday and we spoke, or rather I listened, for an hour or so. He's leaving leaving L.A., returning to San Francisco. I said, "You've got a lot of people here who love you and miss you. You can always come home."

Last night, Alyssa joined me at Club Scene, this evening at The EndUp thrown together by Juanita More. Tim and I noticed this model-esque boy-girl character, a shirtless, twinky being with a hair extension like a mane from the top of his head to the middle of his back. He/she looked dirty-angelic---innocent yet sentiently sullied.

Here's the layout of what ensued: Juanita More emcees and introduces this person as an act that she'd seen in NY. Belly dancing music cues the man-boy-girl-centaur to slink onto the stage. She/he starts to gyrate.

That was impressive enough, but then she brought out a silver-sparkled hula hoop and began twirling the hoop while continuing to belly dance. She then started to twirl the hula on her head, looping it through her mouth, then back around her belly, then her arm, then her finger, then her toe, then around her shoulder, all the while moving to the music. She's now in a frenzy, the music reaching a crescendo. She's jumping out of the hoop as it appears to levitate, then she's back in the hoop. The crowd, fearing the danger of such impossible syncopation, is wide-eyed with anticipation. Then, as quickly as this character started, she stops--the music, the dancing, the heart beating all comes to an abrupt finale of her figure frozen on stage. She bows and exits to the left, her torso framed by the silver-sparkled ring of the hula hoop.

That was my Saturday night. Oh, Alyssa and I also went to a buffalo wings diner at 2am to get some garden burgers. cute.

I'm off to Atlas Cafe for a little studying. Actually, a lot of studying, since I have very little time left in SF, I think I need to get on the ball and roll.