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Tuesday, May 01, 2001

Well I survived my first May Day. Jocelyn swears that it isn't normally THAT windy and cold, but I kind of doubt it. Oh, allright, maybe it's not normally quite that windy. The radio sqawked about 35 mile an hour gusts of wind today and a wind advisory as we wound our way up the hills of San Francisco on our way to the top of Twin Peaks. My highly addled 5:30am brain wanted nothing more than either more sleep (not an option) or at least some damn hot coffee and doughnuts to make the trek worthwhile. Unfortunately I got none of the above. Still, the actually dancing out was more fun than I expected it to be. There was a small audience gathered. (Braver souls than I. I was frozen to the bone even though I was jumping up and down vigorously. I couldn't imagine sitting still!) We did our entire repertoire. I think Old Number Five went the best. It's a silly little clapping dance, but I really kind of like it. The wind beat us up pretty badly. It's really hard to get hankies to do what they're supposed to with thirty mile an hour winds telling them to do something else entirely, but all in all, I think we did pretty good.

Afterwards we retired to Borden's house in Noe Valley for a breakfast feast of fresh baked scones with fresh Devonshire cream, homemade bread, omlettes, potatoes, strawberries and cream, Irish bacon, maple syrup sausages, vegetarian sausages, fresh hot coffee, mimosas, Kern's nectars, and much more I can't recall right this moment. As I changed out of my white "kit" back into street clothes, I glanced at my watch. It was 7:15 and I'd been up for hours. I normally get up around 7:30. This reality check was only blunted by the consumption of large portions of coffee and scones and strawberries.

Still, after a trip to Twin Peaks, I still have a craving for doughnuts and cherry pie somehow.


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