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022108 - Departing on the Tib ferry in light rain, I headed toward San Francisco in search of a night of High Jinx. On this rare occassion I decided to sit inside instead of on-deck. Still, the distorted and dulled view of the city skyline through the thick glass was gorgeous, as was the dull blob of Alcatraz in the field of gray. My only complaint: there were several letters missing in the ‘Port of San Francisco’ lettering on the ferry building. I’m sure they’ll get right on that. Arriving as night fell, I strode through city streets to the 21 Hayes bus line, now out of the rain but on a tedious climb up the hill to Hayes Valley. This time, riding the SF muni bus, I felt I wasn’t one of them - my expression wasn’t pouty enough, and I was too eager to strike up a conversation while onboard. I didn’t, but instead called NF to see if he was availble to visit - he was, so I continued on, ever so slowly as the bus filled with soggy commuters. Finally approaching NF’s place, I called him back, confirming that it was the stop after ‘Lee-Ohn.’ This proved I wasn’t a local anymore, as San Franciscans refer to Lyon Street as ‘Lion.’ Philistines. The NF visit was brief and good, and I tried to inspire some collaboration with him in the upcoming year. Saying goodbye, I continued walking in the rain with the computer stashed under the jacket, reaching Madrone right around opening time. JC and AN were spinning records and warming things up for the wild night ahead. Soon the place was jam-packed with stylesters ready for a school night’s worth of frolic and much more. It became a veritable roll call of all the fun party people from SF, and I was impressed and pleased to hear liberal use of the expression ‘high jinx’ among the guests, even those who I didn’t recognize. ‘Tonight we ride with the Fellowship of the Jinx.’ It wasn’t a school night for me, and this collection of boys and girls out for good times was nothing I’d encountered anywhere outside the city in the previous year. As AC dropped by with a glass of absinthe, I started to sense that this night would not disappoint…