We laughed, we cried, we drank during the day (frequently). San Francisco, it’s been quite a ride, but all goodish things must come to an end.
In a few months, after a summer of leisure on my home coast, I’ll be moving down to LA for grad school at USC, where I intend to hone my writing skills (
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/10/usc-kappa-sigma-email_n_834035.html) and — with any luck — participate in some neat independent projects (
http://blogs.laweekly.com/informer/2011/03/usc_kappa_sex_nude_photo.php). I hope to return to SF with great frequency, but in the meantime, please help send me off in style.
When: Friday, May 6th; 8 p.m. till whenever I cross the tears threshold
Where: Rye, with likely migration to a frat-tastic Polk St. spot or two later
Bring: Friends. Especially if they are tall. (Yes, Lauren Kane, I will be wearing heels.)
Digitz: 443 562 2201
Apologies for the aggressively early invite — I am terrified that someone's birthday is going to steal my goodbye thunder. Anyway, you have my word that there will be no letdown on the get-down.
Hope to see you all on the sixth!
So, I've decided to kidnap one Cordmaker Rumpus (some of you might know her by the alias Mica Bumpus) and drag her with me to LA.
In all seriousness, she got a really awesome fellowship and is moving at the same time, so this just became a joint celebration. We will double your pleasure, we will double your fun, and — in honor of Mica's zealous sake-and-mimosa pouring style — we will forcibly refill your drinks FIVE times as often. Yay!
