I went into San Francisco to attend the going-away party for one of the Wal-Mart writers, Mike Lauersdorf, who is moving to Phoenix to marry his sweetheart Lori. He's figured out a scam where he can continue writing text blurbs remotely with a DSL connection.

We met at Cha Cha Cha in the Mission District only because of the happy hour price of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer for $1, but today the Pabst cost $3.50 and the bar tendress said "Oh, we quit that happy hour shit months ago."

So fuck 'em, we moved a block down the street to the Beauty Bar, which is rigged out to look like a 1950s beauty parlor and they have a girl ready at hand to administer manicures. The hair dryers against the wall, however, are not operational.

Cha Cha Cha

Mike with his camera

Lori, Mike, Dan, Rosie

Paul Baker showed up for one drink, but he left on a date.

Dan, Lori, Paul, Mike

Caroline

Dan and Rosie
leaving Cha Cha Cha

Beauty Bar

Rosie, Dan, Caroline, Lori, Mike

Caroline, Lori

Rosie, Dan

Dan, Caroline

Mike, Rosie, Dan's gang hand signals

Rosie's new cigaret lighter

The men's room had Playboy wallpaper except for black & white magazine ad from my days as a writer on the hot tub account.