sita

It was directly after midnight when I was walking down the street with my friend George and his girl. I saw this pole... or um, tree and say, "Hey! I bet I could climb that pole!" George corrects me, "That's a tree." I dump my jacket and purse on the ground, shimmy up the pole - tree! I mean tree! - and am soon hanging from one of the branches, a little past midnight of the new year in the Castro district of San Francisco wearing a teeny skirt, tank top and sneakers.

There are pictures. And video footage.

Funny how I've not climbed one tree in my entire life prior to last night, but once I decide it looks like a pole. Well, it's doable. I also did some odd twirling around a parking meter.

I had a bit of concern that I would not get a New Year's kiss at the midnight stroke this year. I was at a karaoke bar in the Castro and all the pretty boys were of course gay and all the pretty girls were already coupled. I quickly won friends and drinks when it was my turn to take the stage and sing Madonna's Hanky Panky. Beer! Rum and coke! Tequila shots taken while on the floor (I never shoot tequila standing up).

Midnight finally rolls around and the guy closest to me happens to be a cop. So, I kiss him! I kissed a cop for the New Year's stroke. Heh. Granted, he wasn't in uniform or anything freaky like that. He was just an off-duty cop at a karaoke bar on New Year's Eve. I started calling him the Karaoke Cop, and he shushed me. Then bought me more rum and coke.

Did anyone make New Year's resolutions? I vaguely recall stating a couple, but I was drunk when I said it, so I probably didn't really mean it anyway.

Okay, bye!

Muchly,
~Sita