peppering

Although I'm not in an overwater bungalow in Bora Bora like the bride and groom from Saturday night, I am in a photograph with Tricia. She came here from New York for the weekend and we were rebellious little prom girls like you see in NYC subways.

There we were on MUNI, in our accidentally sort-of-matching outfits, carrying the wedding present and sexy clutch purses. We gravely miscalculated the calf damage that would ensue, what with walking several blocks in high heels.

But just before that, Tricia stabbed her stiletto clean through our wooden back porch. Light now comes through a perfectly round hole, as if her heel were a drill bit.

When it happened, she shrieked, worried about the porch. Then I shrieked, worried about her shoe. All is well and no hospitalization was required.