memeslut (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} memeslut) wrote,@ 2008-03-26 18:23:00 |
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San Francisco
I have returned from my trip to San Francisco well-rested, parasite-free, better-dressed and ready-to-work. In my haste to leave, I left my office keys at home and couldn't get into the office, depriving me of all sorts of useful things - cell phone charger, trousers, shoes that aren't 8 years old. So that got the trip off to a bad start, but Cadie surprised me at the airport, darling that she is, and we hopped the BART to downtown SF, checked in to our fahhhhbulous hotel bought by my parents' timeshare monies - then up to Berkeley to grab her gear. That night we drank beer and ate nachos. Yum yum.
The next couple days were spent generally screwing around, went down to the Mission and did some shopping - I was on a shoe mission as I had no good shoes down there - but I also had no idea what style I wanted and how much I wanted to pay for them. Let me tell you - when shopping for shoes the most important thing to remember is they're just shoes. There will be more shoes, shoes in Seattle, shoes fall apart, fuck it if you don't like the shoes days later you can set them on fire for all I care. So it took me most of the trip before finally relenting at Macy's and picking up some decent-looking brown Calvin Klein calfskin square-toe dress shoes. And 3 days later and after getting a bit of water and having them stepped on by some dickhead at da club I feel great about them so there.
Met a couple of people from my past and present, including friends from the internet who are generally awesome if not extremely repressed homosexuals; friends from high school, all very successful but with wildly different self-esteem levels ranging from humble to completely self-absorbed. Went to Golden Gate Park, had sushi in the Castro; lots of time on Haight-Ashbury which is not exactly my favourite place in the world; clubbing in Soma - the walk from our hotel to the club area - up market street from, say, Market & Valencia to 6th street is FUCKED UP, SO FUCKED UP - and club 1 was stupid, just a club with pretty boys and girls, where are the real house heads oh wait there are none; had my friend Rachel up with her atomic posse, all ready to psychoanalyze at a moment's notice, either that or get stoned.
Right. Last time I saw this chick she was like, scared to drink because God wouldn't approve. Now she's like deeply scheming with her friends to GET STONED OUTSIDE OUR HOTEL. Which, to me, isn't that big of a deal. But apparently if you are to smoke pot in your car in LA, you must have your map out AND have the engine idling to give the appearance that we are just simple tourists looking for directions... please. Cute, but unnecessary. But man, wow, I don't get stoned like that anymore, and these are all LA-based school teachers. Apparently you need drugs to take the edge off of wrangling hellions all day long, I don't doubt it - notice I didn't go anywhere near Education in my uh, education.
Also read American Psycho over the trip - which is a fantastic book, while deeply disturbing at the same time - finished it last night and started taking notes on it today. Not like I'll actually write anything about it, but it kinda makes me want to join a book club. Reading books makes you smart and you have things to talk about. That is pretty cool.
And a bunch of other shit happened, and I survived. Oh I got a really good deal on sweaters at united colors of benetton. Seriously, 4 sweaters for $140. I got 2 wool sweaters, gray and black, and then 2 cottons, a deep red and a kick ass fruity argyle sweater. I also picked up a beautiful purple cotton sweater at Zara, though I would have liked to buy more, I found I was not really enjoying Zara as I previously had... Hm.
I have returned from my trip to San Francisco well-rested, parasite-free, better-dressed and ready-to-work. In my haste to leave, I left my office keys at home and couldn't get into the office, depriving me of all sorts of useful things - cell phone charger, trousers, shoes that aren't 8 years old. So that got the trip off to a bad start, but Cadie surprised me at the airport, darling that she is, and we hopped the BART to downtown SF, checked in to our fahhhhbulous hotel bought by my parents' timeshare monies - then up to Berkeley to grab her gear. That night we drank beer and ate nachos. Yum yum.
The next couple days were spent generally screwing around, went down to the Mission and did some shopping - I was on a shoe mission as I had no good shoes down there - but I also had no idea what style I wanted and how much I wanted to pay for them. Let me tell you - when shopping for shoes the most important thing to remember is they're just shoes. There will be more shoes, shoes in Seattle, shoes fall apart, fuck it if you don't like the shoes days later you can set them on fire for all I care. So it took me most of the trip before finally relenting at Macy's and picking up some decent-looking brown Calvin Klein calfskin square-toe dress shoes. And 3 days later and after getting a bit of water and having them stepped on by some dickhead at da club I feel great about them so there.
Met a couple of people from my past and present, including friends from the internet who are generally awesome if not extremely repressed homosexuals; friends from high school, all very successful but with wildly different self-esteem levels ranging from humble to completely self-absorbed. Went to Golden Gate Park, had sushi in the Castro; lots of time on Haight-Ashbury which is not exactly my favourite place in the world; clubbing in Soma - the walk from our hotel to the club area - up market street from, say, Market & Valencia to 6th street is FUCKED UP, SO FUCKED UP - and club 1 was stupid, just a club with pretty boys and girls, where are the real house heads oh wait there are none; had my friend Rachel up with her atomic posse, all ready to psychoanalyze at a moment's notice, either that or get stoned.
Right. Last time I saw this chick she was like, scared to drink because God wouldn't approve. Now she's like deeply scheming with her friends to GET STONED OUTSIDE OUR HOTEL. Which, to me, isn't that big of a deal. But apparently if you are to smoke pot in your car in LA, you must have your map out AND have the engine idling to give the appearance that we are just simple tourists looking for directions... please. Cute, but unnecessary. But man, wow, I don't get stoned like that anymore, and these are all LA-based school teachers. Apparently you need drugs to take the edge off of wrangling hellions all day long, I don't doubt it - notice I didn't go anywhere near Education in my uh, education.
Also read American Psycho over the trip - which is a fantastic book, while deeply disturbing at the same time - finished it last night and started taking notes on it today. Not like I'll actually write anything about it, but it kinda makes me want to join a book club. Reading books makes you smart and you have things to talk about. That is pretty cool.
And a bunch of other shit happened, and I survived. Oh I got a really good deal on sweaters at united colors of benetton. Seriously, 4 sweaters for $140. I got 2 wool sweaters, gray and black, and then 2 cottons, a deep red and a kick ass fruity argyle sweater. I also picked up a beautiful purple cotton sweater at Zara, though I would have liked to buy more, I found I was not really enjoying Zara as I previously had... Hm.
