Dream • Bugs, Breakfast and Bellman

Out and about with friends most of the night, including Marga Gomez, we found ourselves at the darkened home of Filipinos or Koreans somewhere in Noe Valley. We may have been picking up another pal or changing clothes or mistakenly inside. The rugs were white and plush and there seemed to be a plethora of exotic centipedes, insects and various multitude of bugs crawling and squirming around, either as pets or part of the culture. They were large but seemed unthreatening, as if we were welcome visitors in their habitat. I got waylaid there, as the others took off to go to a local ethnic Korean all-the-rage restaurant for breakfast. The name was Sun(or Wan) Ri Mah. I needed directions on my own and proceeded to trudge across barren lots/playgrounds, with views of the Mission below and finally stumbled upon the restaurant. Marga and pals were there with Robin Williams, laughing and thoroughly enjoying themselves, having finished their breakfast, they greeted my late arrival with "Just in time to call us a cab!"