The vacation is winding down, which pretty much sucks. I’ve been getting used to the West Coast clock and hanging around and falling asleep warmed by M.’s body and waking up with my arms around him.

It’s going to suck to be back in the cold of Boston, especially when I’ll stay up too late because of the time shift. Shivering, alone, awake, oh no, can you feel the pathos?

So for my last night in the Golden State, we’re heading into San Francisco. I’ll try not to suck here:

One World Cafe
1799 McAllister Street, San Francisco
Comedy Open Mike
Fridays • 7:30 pm

M. is pretty cool about the comedy thing; he actually looked on the web and called around to some places, including this one.

I think I’ll wear one of his birthday present shirts for good luck, while I’m trying not to suck.

Since it’s already after noon, I guess I’ll take a leisurely shower now.