Chris re-joined (he used to be King of that place before he was too sick) the Rock Climbing Gym and bouldered with me tonight!!!!

He had a hard time of it, accepting the fact that his dying and decrepit body could not DO the things it had once done, as he'd never tried rock climbing since he quit, years ago, when the diabetes and neuropathy started to deteriorate his body

. BUT, hell, he tried anyway and looked damn good up there! Able to stay up for a
while. I had to stand underneath for when he fell, to kinda catch him and make sure he didn't fall
too hard. We both took turns on this very difficult V1+ route. I HAD NO IDEA THAT I CAN HOLD UP MY ENTIRE UPPER BODY WITH TWO FINGERS
Rock climbing is fucking hard!!!!!!!
In Yoga, Alice kicked our asses. I swear, the weight training this week didn't
fatigue my muscles, it
made them stronger 
I had a very good practice this evening. My neck was kinda fucked up with a big knot in it today--the Yoga loosened it up
"Gosh he is so sweet and responsive to your needs. Perfect example being that he started lifting and sectioned off the moldy area. No doubt he's ALSO breathing lots better LOL. What a sweetheart you lucked into girl! "
Dude! Claudia.......check it: So PZ and I are going to this huge, giant, electronic music party at that huge, giant 1015 Folsom Club in San Francisco tomorrow (Friday night), and not only is he paying for it, and not only did he just reserve us a room with a King bed at the Pickwick down the street, but he ALSO is
driving us

WOW, WHAT A SWEETIE!!!!
Here's an interesting thing about him: out of all my boyfriends and lovers, he's one of the only ones who doesn't call me by a pet name or use romantic, flowery language. On the phone, you'd think he was talking to a guy friend. Not really a trace of affection in his voice. And aside from maybe calling me Babe in one text, once, and calling me a Hottie once in a while, and not so much lately, he doesn't really canoodle with words. But the thing is, he demonstrates his affection for me in DEEDS, like,
constantly. As if all my desires will be fulfilled when I'm around him. I trip about it--it makes all the extravagant language and affectionate, romantic talk that my ex did seem very hollow. Fluff, no substance. No wonder my nickname for him was Fluffy. I'm truly a genius for coming up with that nickname!
SO yes, tomorrow after work we're heading up to The City, checking into the Pickwick, having dinner, and heading to the 1015 at 9 o'clock to see ten million fantastic DJs at a party that goes from 9 to 6am in a club with a giant concert bowl and 5 other rooms on different levels. Ah yes, it's to celebrate Chinese New Year's of the Ox, and at midnight there's gonna be an "annual procession of White Crane Lion Dancers, a dragon dance, and mask making." Sounds fun to me!! PZ and I will most likely party till 2 or 3 and then go back to the hotel to sleep. Saturday we might go to my hometown to visit my parents, and Saturday night we're actually going to the Improv to see Arj Barker stand up comedy! YAY!!!! Hey I should tell the twins about that

OK I better go to bed. I need my sleep! I'll respond and visit you friends tomorrow!
