My subconscious is speaking to me. Loudly. Two mornings this week, I've awaken on the verge of tears in the midst of intense dreams about India. The dreams themselves were not of any particular note, or at least I don't recall the details, but the feeling of waking up practically choking down sobs is one that shakes me to the core. I'd like to blame Don, since that's where we met and these dreams began the first night he arrived in San Francisco, but if he has anything to do with it, it's simply as a catalytic kick to my subliminal mind. I need to start writing this stuff down.

Sunday night, I went with my good friend Grenache as his date for his company's holiday party to see Teatro Zinzanni, a dinner theater unlike any other. The food was delectable. I don't eat cows or bivalves and so opted for the veggie pot pie. The show was surprising, hilarious, impressive and more baudy than I could have hoped. A tango dancer named Antonio whisked me from the table into a brief lambada and handed me his business card, which read:

Antonio
Made in Argentina
"The vertical talent of a horizontal desire"

As they say, "We realize you have a choice in circus cabaret five-course-dinner theater comedy shows, and we'd like to thank you for choosing Teatro Zinzanni."

After downing a few free key lime martinis at Teatro, I met up with Don at the Red Eye Lounge for my roommate's friend's monthly house/breaks party. As I considered what types of people had the energy or flex-schedules to stay out all night on a Sunday (aside from underemployed post-travel slackers such as myself), we headed to a nearby underground party. Turns out the party was in DeKroon Salon and Spatopia, smack across the street from the Banana Republic flagship store. The shampoo bowls served as ice bins and the massage rooms were converted to chill spaces. I mentioned to Don that it wasn't ideal being at a hairdressers' party with my locks in their current state (I can't afford a haircut) and who should appear but Ilona, my stylist from a few years ago who I'd originally been referred to by a Chinese drag queen at Asia SF. She offered me a free haircut in recognition of all the long-term clients I'd referred to her. Word!