Pano-View Home For Sale in

Pano-View Home For Sale in Noe Valley
Welp - that's it. We've done as much as we can do. After having spent the last month and the remains of our checking account on the SF house, it's officially on the market. I wish we had done all of that work to the house when we lived there. It was just amazing to see the place looking so good. So, so good. Perfect. Like I always wish it had been, but never got around to doing anything about it. Now I have a renewed sense of purpose here in PS. We are going to pretend that we are getting ready to sell this house, and do all the work NOW so that we can actually enjoy it. That is, once we have money in the bank again. As the Missus likes to say, we're at the "Peanut Butter or Tampons?" stage of financial ruin. There's nothing left to leverage except our good looks and charm.

Our first open house was yesterday. From what I hear, it was quite a success. I wouldn't actually know because we were strongly advised by our agent NOT to be present. I can't imagine why? I had a vision of the Missus giving the 3rd degree to some unsuspecting straight couple and their "Spawn in a Pouch [tm]" and deeming them unworthy of our home "You don't DESERVE this house. I suggest you leave now" - which of course would completely defeat our joint goal of squeezing every last dime out of the place regardless of who or what (it is SF after all) might want to pony up the cash.

We debated stalking the house from the hill across the street but thought better of it, so we made the drive back home. If I never have to do that drive again, I'd be a happy camper. Key-rist it's boring. Here's a puzzler though: why is it that I can drive up to SF in 6.5 hours but it takes 8 hours to get home. Same speed, same stops. You'd think it would be the other way around - it's all downhill on the map? ::shrug::

Saturday Night Report (I know, it's been a while)
Went to my friends Davids party. I've so missed the big San Francisco parties. Even though last years economy, the dot.bomb and the mass exodus from SF had hampered the party circuit, David would not be thwarted. This was to be bigger and better than any launch party in 1999. And it was. Fantastic. Everyone looked so hip and cool. Black is still the new black and martini's were a flowin'. Oysters (with personal beefcake shucker) were served on the patio, hundreds of pretty people I'd never met (apparently most of them "Gift Show" people) and some very good (and good looking - yes, you all looked FAB-ulous) friends I'd not seen in quite some time. I did however, experience a bit of the Country Mouse in the Big City paranoia that I'm just not cool enough for these people. But that quickly faded with the help of a few cups of courage. Fuck em.

In other news:

The new kitten finally has a name. Mouse.