1 52 pm pdt [ nude potluck in a mansion with Costco food ]

It's 1:52 pm pdt on a Wednesday afternoon and you're wondering what I'm doing propped up in bed so enthusiastically involved with my laptop. I'm being obsessive. I'm just so good at it. You see, craigslist is this super swell site with community postings. I first starting poking around with it when I was researching for an article I wrote on volunteering with and/or adopting shelter animals in the East Bay.

So yesterday I started playing with the other sections besides jobs and pets, and I discovered the free stuff section. I love free stuff. By the time Matthew got home from work I had picked out two desks, and drawing table, and a filing cabinet we had to go look at because we might want them. He was not thrilled at the idea of getting furniture before we had a place. He's not thrilled about a lot of the things I get excited about.

Today it got worse. I found the activity section. First I e-mailed Matthew that I wanted to attend the Marin Fair next weekend. Then I e-mailed him that I wanted us to perform in The Velcro Symphony in two weeks. I e-mailed someone that I would try to attend their 8-mile hike in Muir Woods this weekend. I e-mailed someone about modeling and someone else about acting. I e-mailed someone about attending their Pimps and Ho's party this Saturday. I e-mailed an older man about being his walking partner for early morning walks in the neighborhood. I e-mailed one of Matthew's roommates about someone looking for a motorcycle riding partner. I e-mailed another of his roommates about a local single woman (I'm always trying to set him up) and a group called the Berkeley Dinner Club which organizes dinners at local restaurants so local people can meet new people. Then I joined the Club. Then I e-mailed him about a similar club for all of the Bay Area and joined that one too. Next I e-mailed Lunesse about a local chefs group. Aren't you glad I don't know your address?

I only stopped to write this entry when I came across the Nude Potluck Dinner in SF. That just had me howling. I can picture this large group of mostly male, mostly older people walking around naked and eating cheap food in a mansion. It just cracks me up.