07-25-2018, 08:44 AM
I used to drive from the Cruz to SF all the time 3 decades ago. Somehow it's gotten longer. With Tara in tow, I had an appointment with WildAid in the financial district and it took us almost 2 1/2 hours to get there. We were late for the appointment, but it was okay. Then over to Civic Center for Phish. We killed some time at the bookstore formerly known as ACWLPB and had a lovely dinner at Ananda Fuara. A shining day in SF, bright, clear and warm.
Tara was amused by the shifts in RM. She's come of age now and is much more interested in what I do there. Joel led an awesome in-service and Tara got how he was the wizard and I was the ninja, comparing and contrasting our teaching methods. She came to the conclusion that old RM were medics who did drugs and new RM are medics interested in drugs but to scared to do them (fairly accurate actually). I got a little pulled into being a sounding board for RM politrix, which was a bit of a bummer, but such is my role there.
I have the oddest relationship with Phish. I imagine they sound to me like the Dead sounds like to non-Deadheads. I still haven't learned their music and I've been working for them for decades now. Like with the Dead, I run into hordes of old friends, people I pretty much only see at Phish. I still luv dancing thru the phishheads and babbling with them.
First set was mellow. Intermission was active, especially because we stationed ourselves at table service, but I didn't get called into service until mid-2nd set for a woman that was actually orientedX4 but peaking on L. I was the only psych because Joel left after teaching. Tara got to join in - the IPR was harmless, remembering our names from the start and constantly telling Tara she was adorable, much to her amusement. We got her hooked up with friends. It was a good talkdown - Tara stayed awake for the entire ride home, energized by the exposure and eager to chat about it.
The only bum out was that a good friend working as an usher got pushed down the stairs and took a big hit. He was okay to drive home, but he's our gen, and one of his meds is courmadin, which is what my dad was on, and when you take a hit on that, you bruise like an old banana. I must check in with him and see how he's doing now.
Tara was amused by the shifts in RM. She's come of age now and is much more interested in what I do there. Joel led an awesome in-service and Tara got how he was the wizard and I was the ninja, comparing and contrasting our teaching methods. She came to the conclusion that old RM were medics who did drugs and new RM are medics interested in drugs but to scared to do them (fairly accurate actually). I got a little pulled into being a sounding board for RM politrix, which was a bit of a bummer, but such is my role there.
I have the oddest relationship with Phish. I imagine they sound to me like the Dead sounds like to non-Deadheads. I still haven't learned their music and I've been working for them for decades now. Like with the Dead, I run into hordes of old friends, people I pretty much only see at Phish. I still luv dancing thru the phishheads and babbling with them.
First set was mellow. Intermission was active, especially because we stationed ourselves at table service, but I didn't get called into service until mid-2nd set for a woman that was actually orientedX4 but peaking on L. I was the only psych because Joel left after teaching. Tara got to join in - the IPR was harmless, remembering our names from the start and constantly telling Tara she was adorable, much to her amusement. We got her hooked up with friends. It was a good talkdown - Tara stayed awake for the entire ride home, energized by the exposure and eager to chat about it.
The only bum out was that a good friend working as an usher got pushed down the stairs and took a big hit. He was okay to drive home, but he's our gen, and one of his meds is courmadin, which is what my dad was on, and when you take a hit on that, you bruise like an old banana. I must check in with him and see how he's doing now.
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