the adventures of edi: interim 2- new year's eve in s.f.

after a fiasco of flights and stand-bys and the tantalizing offer of riding on a flight that dad FLEW (there wasn't room for me, it turned out. lame. the second question i get when i tell people dad's a pilot is usually 'have you ever ridden on one of his flights'. i've always had to admit a disappointed 'no'. the first question is 'have you travelled everywhere for FREE?!') i made it back to san francisco. on the 30th, i think. maybe the 29th. ANYway.

new year's eve: i decided to make a casserole, or 'hot dish', for abigail and her boyfriend monroe, for dinner. wild rice and creamy portobello soup goodness. they invited their friend from college over: zoltan. i'd heard of him before and didn't think he actually existed outside of a comic book villain or something. sure enough, he exists and was delightful. he's from the city, so he had many post-dinner new year's eve parties to attend. we were PICKED UP (awesome) in a prius and driven to the haight. we walked in on a fancy house party looking like some confused thing the cat dragged in. we decided to leave and go to a party at what was described to us as 'the playboy mansion' which we took literally. we were dropped off (again, AweSOME) in ashbury heights and made our confusing way up the hill. after weaving around the street, we found jericho, the former occupant of my room, who ushered us the rest of the way.

we found ourselves in a warm apartment packed FULL with less fancy people, all of whom we didn't know. i tried to eat what i could find, which wasn't a lot. the apartment overlooked the city and we spent the majority of the evening on the fire escape where i constantly squealed "look at where we ARE!"

we lit sparklers and yelled and it was a strange but happy new year. i think walking back was my favorite part. through the castro (where i had to dance to 'single ladies' on the sidewalk) and home. hooray.