Wow! Isabel just sent me the following note about the fun-filled tree-lighting ceremony she recently attended in San Francisco. It sounds like one of those only-in-San-Francisco events. Happy holidays to all!
The hope tree-lighting ceremony was held in San Francisco’s City Hall Rotunda, a beautiful place illuminated in golden colors and now home to a 23-foot Christmas tree decorated with thousands of origami with messages of hope from all over the world.
I was surprised to discover that the ceremony was organized by the Rainbow Foundation, an organization representing gays, lesbians, transgender people, hermaphrodites, and so on. The MC was a very tall man dressed as a female Santa Claus, who wore a blond wig and Manolo Blahnik shoes. The benediction was offered by three men in drag from the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. (Look them up. Now I know where my prayer group got its name.) The audience was San Francisco-diverse: kids, parents, Asians, a few Latinos, almost no Blacks, lots of whites (some were obviously gay and lesbian, others seemed heterosexual, but what do I know), and a few homeless people because the wine and food were free.
If pictures of the event appear in the news, look for me standing next to the mayor and a group of lady-men in drag. Most likely you won’t see me, however, because I was two feet shorter than everybody else, except the Mayor. Or perhaps the pictures will show the mayor and me standing in front of unidentified beheaded creatures from another planet.
Because I hate driving, especially at night and particularly in the rain, I left my car in Sausalito, where two lovely gay men picked me up and drove me into the city.
I got home very late, very tired after driving in the rain, and with sore feet. Willie was feeling sick—he has a cold—and stayed home. Now I am ready to go to bed, accompanied by my two dogs and coughing husband.
P.S. Olivia had her annual medical check-up and the vet tells me she is completely healthy—perfect teeth, all her tests are 100 percent, she will live another 12 years. Only her eyes show signs of aging.
P.P.S. Dulce peed on the rug only once today. She pooped in the garden and she seems OK, although she has been eating nails and screws that the workers drop on the floor. Yesterday she ate their lunch.
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