I really do believe in ghosts.
But little brother claims he "had an experience" last night and I'm slightly to mildly dubious.
After a dinner in the Marina by Executive Chef Jeff, in town on holiday from his newest venture, where he made fish for everyone but flawless chicken and pea shoots just for me, Alex went home and crawled into bed.
At 4:30am, Alex woke up to pee.
And then he saw a misty, hazy person ("I get the feeling it's a woman") in a robe without a face walk into his room, take three steps, look at him, and disappear.
Alex. Is. Beside. Himself.
Convinced that he has finally made contact with the "other side", Alex is currently planning his seance party and researching his building. In the hopes that there was some city record of where people died in San Francisco, I called Mel.
"Hey! What's up?"
"Is there a city office for keeping track of where people died?"
"Alex saw a ghost last night."
"Shut up! Oh my god, I'm such a believer!"
"Okay, well he wants to find out if anyone died in or near his building. Is that possible."
"Um, let's think. I'll call you back."
While Melissa looks into this municipal information issue, Alex is busy planning a party surrounding this event, 9 of us gathering to contact his new friend, as the group must apparently be divisable by three. I'm in charge of the signature cocktail...