Huh… who knew…
I didn’t realize they made Priscilla Queen of The Desert into a musical.
It’s been running in Australia since 2006…
And has been doing spectacularly.
With a lot of disco songs listed as part of their show….
I have a feeling it’s gonna be very much like Mama Mia…
Which wasn’t really that great to me.
But ya never know.
But supposedly they’re in negotiations for bringing the shows to the US.
So…
Prepare for the platforms and sky high hair.
The “boys” are probably waxing their legs as we speak.

Wonder how the Mama Mia cast will feel…
With theater goers chanting, “No more fucking ABBA!”

While walking to work tonight…
I was in my head space like usual…
This city, this…
My apartment, that…
People in general, this…
And life, that…

When from behind me…
I hear someone running…
Not ridiculously fast…
But like a gallop…
As I turn, a tall gentleman…
Armored in winter wear…
Sprinted by me…
I wondered why he was moving so fast for a split second…
Then I saw…
A small pooch was tethered to his hand…
Trotting spryly with him…

“Looking good. Feeling great. Looking good. Feeling great.”

They disappeared around the corner…
And I thought…
“Meh… cute.”

I finally reached the street my bar was on…
And continued on my trek…
When I spotted the same man and spirited dog…
Further down the block.

He had stopped…
Stooping over his hound…
I looked behind him…
And saw a small pile of unrecognizable debris…

I saw the man then take off again…
And then returned my gaze to the pile laying on the street…
And thought…
“That fucker left his dog’s poop on the ground…
And didn’t even bother to pick it up. What a douche.”

But as I approached…
Ready to swerve around this travesty…
I looked again…

“Well what do you know…”
And my angst turned to… well, resolve…

The pile that lied on the ground was a trail of rosebuds.

My bar is situated near a flower distributor….
And they dispose of their expired flora
in a dumpster in front of the complex.
One of the bags had torn slightly…
And pile of rosebuds and petals had been strewn across the sidewalk…
In an indiscernible way.

I continued onto my bar…
And thought to my self…

“Hmmm… how freakin’ metaphorical.
What looks like shit… might really be roses”

And I felt the weight lighten slightly on my shoulders…
As I went on to open the bar.

Okay…
I’m probably hugely late with this…
But whatevs…

I never realized…
But the whole google map thing…
Where you can click on the button for street view is awesome…

While looking at apartments in San Francisco on craig’s list…
They luckily and usually have google map links on the bottom…
I stumbled upon the street view function of the map…
And am like….
“Oh, that’s nice!”
or
“Oh, that’s ghetto.”
Perfect for viewing a perspective space.

My mantra is…

“I’m doing this for San Francisco.”
“I’m doing this for San Francisco.”
“I’m doing this for San Francisco.”
“I’m doing this for San Francisco.”
“I’m doing this for San Francisco.”

Lord.
Get me out of here.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3

Dear rude,

For the love of god…
If I am dancing…
And you need to get by…
Tap me on the shoulder…
Then say, “Excuse me”
If you are in a rush…
And need to get by in a hurry…
Then go past as best as you can.
But if you bump into me…
Then say, “Sorry”.
Seriously.

Yours venomously,
Mike P.

PS - If you’re gonna pay $8 for a beer… then buy a clue.
Cause you can probable afford it.

Was encompassing…
Allowing me to find and lose myself…
But as the sand drips slowly through the median…
The flickering dim lights leave a bitter sweet taste…
Like dark chocolate on my tongue.
–Mike P. via Sidekick 3