Getting Hot & Heavy in SF

Bottom Row (left to right): Abby Weintraub, Jessica Judd, Deb Malkin, Deah Schwartz. Top Row (left to right): Virgie Tovar, Tigress Osborn, Genne Murphy

Last Friday night was an unusual evening for me. It was raining. A baby was born. I hadn't had carbs in over three hours and I was wearing a bow tie. 

It was the fourth day in an unusual string of rainy days. Because no one in San Francisco has any sensible shoes (myself included) those kinds of weather anomalies make us grumpy. But it didn't seem to stop the dedicated friends of Hot & Heavy: Fierce Fat Girls on Life, Love and Fashion from filling up Modern Times. In fact, it was standing room only. Genne (co-author of the chapter, "Fat Histories, Fat Futures") had texted me earlier in the day telling me that she wasn't sure she'd be able to make it because her friend was having a baby. Somehow she managed to book it over to 24th and Alabama just in time to be the final reader and she looked damn good in a black and blue faux lace pencil skirt.  

After the reading we signed books and I still desperately needed some damn carbs. So I went to dinner with my old friend Caya (we used to be health educators together when I first moved to San Francisco and bonded over our teenager-induced experiences of temporary insanity and also vulva puppets) and another friend from out-of-town, John (we dated very briefly while I was in college; the first time we met I thought he was pompous and I told him so and then he moved to England) at this hipster spot on 24th that serves milk shakes and Reubens at 10pm with a healthy side of ironically mustachioed attitude. Oddly, I found myself rushing through my chocolate shake as a fast-paced punk song played overhead - the only recognizable lyric being the word "FASTER" repeated again and again. John and Caya had to go home, but my night wasn't over...

I headed over to AsiaSF for the Full Figure Entertainment Hot & Heavy after-party, complete with signature cocktail, Fierce Diva, which was kind of like a naughty grown-up caramel apple made of alcohol. I danced my booty off. And then I headed home for a decent 4 hours worth of sleep before heading to Pac Heights for an afternoon of wine tasting.