Afterwards, shadowdaddy was still a'meeting, so I walked to Twice Sold Tales via 10th Avenue. Can I please say how incredible Cal Anderson park is? Even though it was cold outside and the lighting was all strange, I loved the big cone water fountain and the sheet of water running down the stone causeway that leads away from it. It's just surreal and gorgeous and does a lot to make a walk fun. I bombed out on finding the Jim Butcher "Dresden Files" ("I live in Chicago. I'm a detective. Basically, I'm just another wizard trying to make a living.") books I wanted, but got lucky with some Victorian naughtiness - "Tableaux Vivants," by Anonymous, a biography of "Walter," author of "My Secret Life," and some book called "The Madams of San Francisco" I couldn't refuse (though I passed on a book on 19th century French courtesans - a bit rich for my taste at $12). And I discovered one of the clerks is also a fan of the genre, and was offered a whole pile of interesting unpriced books by the cute guy behind the counter. I didn't get any of them (they were mostly fairly specialized how-to books and Laura Antoniou titles), but I did get a nice discount on one of my other books.
From there it was close enough to get to Half Price Books, where I bombed out again but did finally succeed in meeting up with shadowdaddy. We went to 611 Supreme and had some crepes and booze and yack yack yacked, as is our wont, about my day at work and his salary negotiations and my "reference" for him and about the pin the tail on the donkey game we played the day we met. And now it's midnight. Not a bad day, I think, but time to go to bed.