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The Valentine’s Day season has been one fun day after the next, with almost no real responsibility to speak of. On Valentine’s Day itself, I woke up in Tiburon in the maroon guest and TV room. Unable to get on the Internet, I realized that connectivity has been difficult lately, as the Wi-Fi connects are pass protected. I may need to do a real commute to telecommute – that is, walk to the library or some other place with free wireless and work for an unbroken span. Self-moderation is dangerous to let slide. That very thread carried over into the evening, as JG and I rallied for the DMF party in San Francisco. The event occurred at a venue that was once an old speakeasy, including a slide that patrons could use to get from street level down to the posh lower level bar. After making several laps between the silver plates full of chocolates, I noticed the place starting to fill up with people dressed to kill, clothing pulled open to give Cupid a clear shot on his favorite night. Still this didn’t prepare me for the burlesque stage show. These folks had a good time down there, and the place soon packed full of swilling singles. While watching pedestrian feet shuffle past on street level through tinted windows, I grinned and thought, ‘If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.’