Did you ever have one of those days where every little thing just fell into place? Friday was like that for me. I got to my car fifteen minutes after I should have moved it for street cleaning. No ticket. I climbed in and rolled the windows down. It was February, but it was balmy; the air tasted good. I was on my way to lunch with a new friend, one of those people you keep meaning to make time for. Every light was green; pedestrians waited for me to pass before they tried to cross; there was a legal parking space right in front of the caf�. I had a tuna sandwich with coconut, and seaweed, and a mild vinagrette; the ice water was particularly crisp. My friend and I talked about small, good things; we sat on the back patio where flowers were in bloom. And as I was driving home, �Groovin�� came on the radio. If I�d had some good chocolate in the glove compartment, I probably could�ve ascended.

Scenario: Young woman in her twenties is talking on her cell phone at the back of the bus. She is well dressed; she is alone.

Jus� call up, double your hours�

You ain� even got to fill something out, they should have you on file�

Just go in and talk to Jorge�

Yeah, do it. It�s easy�

It�s easy�

I gotta go to work, then I gotta go the DMV�

I can�t�

‘Cause I didn�t go in yesterday. I wasted yesterday with your sorry ass�

I got an appointment at 2:50. Ain� no telling what time I get outta there�

Noooo.�

‘Cause you ain’ gonna go�

You ain��

I know you say you will, but you ain��

You jus� running down my battery�

�Cause I know you ain’ gonna go, so you wastin� your breath�

You need someone to hold your hand. �

You like a little boy�

Why you always asking me who I�m with? Why I gotta be with somebody? �

No, I�m not�

No. I�m not�

OK, whatever�

Whatever�

Whatever�

OK, if you feel the need to talk to me, then you can call�

Bye, bitch.

About a year ago, Bryan and I started walking all the streets of the city together. Last night we stepped around some wet cement. Someone had scratched �antelope� on its surface. And that�s, you know, a good reminder to us all.

I�ve been spending way too much time on eBay in search of fun vintage things for the wedding. Every once in awhile I come across stuff that�s of no use to me, but is great nonetheless. I look like a corpse in tan, but could you just eat this silk-lined, cashmere dress? Or how about this firecracker of a dress sweater? And finally, if you�re looking for a wedding dress for under $3,000 and sans glitter appliqu�, observe this simple silk Ralph Lauren number. If you buy it, send me a note, girl. We�ll talk shoes.

A friend of ours just got a car; it is yellow and zippy. We drove along the coast, tried to think of a name for the car, and ended up out at the pet cemetery in the Presidio. I�d never been before, and the place is an odd mixture of pathos and hilarity. Best pet name goes to a fish called Macaroni Heart. Rest in peace, little buddy.