Walking up through Haight Ashbury yesterday afternoon, through the cold wind ... my eyes watering ... trying to wipe away the tears ... I guess my gaze was not where it would normally be ...
And there, walking towards me - three trannies - one wearing such tiny, weeny, short fluorescent pink shorts and his artichokes were being somewhat squeezed ... nearly squeezed out of those short shorts in fact.
Truly, I wasn't staring ... but after we'd passed each other, I heard:
"Nice hair - love the pink hair .... ... ... WENCH"!!!!!
Hmmm ... actually, I'm not so sure he was paying me a compliment. LOL!
Our Victorian house - it very comfortable and we're enjoying playing at being "locals"; we've worked out the right trolleys and buses to catch to get into town and where to catch them, and shopping for supplies at Safeway - not much changes! Here's our "home" at Waller Street, SF. (Sorry I can't get it up the right way.)
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| 747 Waller Street, San Francisco - our "home" |
Off now to explore Fisherman's Wharf and do a little bit of shopping!
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