May 23, 2010

Last night the cabaret rocked the house, with Rosie Bits stripping like no one else is doing it right — and Unwoman putting on one hell of a concert. There was wine, there were pictures, and there was an eventual crash that was probably early enough to say plenty about my age.

But now it's Sunday morning and a marching band is practicing outside on the street, playing "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" with some serious panache. My husband just left to catch the Clipper back to Seattle. I'm...