it's not easy

Having a fashion crisis at home alone sucks.

I'm trying to figure out what to wear to the Dore Alley Fair. I'm going to be doing HIV testing all day, and am trying to figure out what to wear.

I think I've decided on the, "Oh my god this guy couldn't possible *not* be gay" theme; floral Mambo shirt and jeans and then I have to have the debate about boots or sneakers. I'm thinking sneakers. The good boots i'd have worn are too small and had to be donated to Logan so the only boots I really have are two pair of blunnies that have both seen better days, one pair covered in pain and both worn through on the bottom. Other possible options were something from the vintage Lone Star tshirt line, or the obnoxious nearly lime green checked Hurley western pearl button snap shirt.

I'l try to get Logan to take a pic of me when he gets here so I can post it. I should have thought of this last night so I could have made a poll and let you all have an opinion.

whirlwind day

Lots of work, never much of a break, but a great day none the less. Got to see a few people that I rarely get to see, which is always quite lovely. Did lots of good work and got to work with a variety of people; from 20 something to 80 something, men and women, gay, straight, bi. SF rocks.

Saw someone I used to have a friends with benefits relationship with and he was a foot in front of me and either didn't recognize me or just didn't want to acknowledge my existence. Weird.

Logan survived the afternoon with Blake. I came home at about 5, and am hungry.

Off to rustle up some food.