Getting ready to go out to a birthday party at Mr. Smith's club / bar.
Sara in a white sweater dress. There are no words. It couldn't even be captured on film. This is a pale shadow of what it looked like in real life:
Black and white:
At the club, a MIT graduate (friend of a friend) danced near us, then ducked down. We thought he was picking up something, but instead he darted over and fondled Sara's leg. What is MIT teaching these days??
Happy birthday John.
We ended the night at Pizza Orgasmica in the Castro. A long line of cute gay boys. The place was so popular that it had a bouncer. Yes, THE PIZZA PARLOR HAD A BOUNCER. Only in San Fran.
Here is a pic of said bouncer: