Fri, 20 Jun 2008 22:24:49 -0700

I had one of those all-is-right-in-the-world moments this afternoon: I'd just gotten out of yoga, the Friday-afternoon class I'm always a bit late for because it's really still during any reasonable person's work day (though, I reason, if I stay at work much past 4 on a Friday, I'll end up drinking whiskey and playing Sheepshead anyhow, so I may as well be healthy about it). I wasn't planning on having anything sweet after class -- as we did one-legged urdhva dhanurasanas, while upside-down, I'd been turning over in my mind the idea of polenta -- but then Les said, That Bi-Rite is going to taste so good after this. So, seed planted, I headed to Naia after class, making my way through throngs of lesbians queued up down the block from the Castro Theatre for the beginning of the Gay & Lesbian Film Fest, and got a cone of vegan nocciola gelato.

So I walked back up Market from Castro to Church, my hair back in its orange scarf, my mat slung over my back, in my stretchy yoga pants, licking a soy hazelnut ice cream cone on one of the few real summer days we get here: good 'n' hot, so much so that, like a kid, I had to keep licking to stop the cone from dripping down my hand. Sun shone; huge rainbow flags flapped enthusiastically from every light standard (the California Supreme Court decision legalizing same-sex marriage still so fresh in everyone's mind! City Hall was abuzz on Tuesday, the first day ceremonies were performed); it was only around 6 PM, the middle of a summer afternoon.

"It's amusing to me how much you compare SF to other cities," says Sean, "only to declare SF the winner of the contest to make you most happy." And I suppose I do -- the fixer in me ever-optimizing, perhaps?. But, with archetypal moments like this, it will continue to win.