Another January come and almost gone. Finally. Yay.

Among my least recondite January memories, I hereby recall a New Year’s Eve at a club around 10th and Folsom in San Francisco back in the 80’s, whense I left with a black eye due to overly zealous dancing (on my part), but without my coat and scarf, the latter items having been pilfered by some cold thus-and-such, seemingly after observing me carefully stashing said stuff behind a partition, due to the fact that I had not wanted to pay the coat check fee.

Oh well!

My bee-u-tee-ful below-the-knee black wool coat I had scored at the buy-by-the-pound used place on Valencia or somewhere, but it had fit me perfectly, and so we dutifully searched the painfully-lights-up-closing-4-am.-club-space, to no avail, natch. As my friendship clique squished ourselves exhaustedly into our (truly responsible) designated-driver’s car (not in any bike condition that night!), and he fired it up (oil, again), the radio blared out a mid-song rendition of maybe the Grateful Dead’s version of “I Guess It Doesn’t Matter Anymore…”

Hey, yeah, WTF, Happy 2007!