Monday, March 24, 2014
Left: trying on X's sport coat before going out to see La Grande Belleza (The Great Beauty), which we agreed was an extraordinary movie. Right: creepy mask paintings on the wall at Pancho Villa; I wish I had thought to note the artist's name. The photos are actually in non-chronological order, since we went to the taqueria first, on Saturday afternoon. We got burritos (and at least four kinds of salsa) to eat while people-watching in the sun at Golden Gate Park. Neither of us finished our food. The weather was bright but breezy, and there were certainly plenty of human antics on display. One mildly dirty guy charmed a couple of German girls into buying dollar cigarettes from his battered backpack. A busy gopher completely ignored the eager phone filmographers who I assume featured him on their Instagrams.
I mentioned this morning that it was a rough weekend, but obviously there were enjoyable parts. Sorry for vague-blogging, but the details aren't necessarily mine to splash all over the internet. I have very little respect for privacy in general, but there are some things that I don't talk about. It almost makes me miss having an anonymous Tumblr. But I don't want to go back to that. I decided that it's healthier for me to live one life, not to cultivate layers of disclosure and secrecy, only exposing my candid feelings to strangers.
Oops, that got personal.