A couple weeks ago I made the trek across the country to San Francisco to visit my pals that I had not seen about 3 months or so. There was a huge snow storm here the night I was leaving and I had come home from a friend’s house to see a foot of snow in my driveway. I was leaving in 2 hours to go to the airport, so I shoveled a path to get out of the driveway at 2:30am, wasted. Also, I had a little extra time so I constructed a snow man for my mom, because she always bitches about my brother and I never making her one when it snows out. Well I remembered why we never make her one, because it is a serious fucking pain in the ass - rolling around huge balls of snow fucking sucks. So Mom, enjoy that snow man, because it is going to be a very long time before you get another one.
Anyways, I landed in San Francisco around noon hit the BART and a bus to meet up with my boy George. We chilled and shot the shit until we decided to go out that night. We went over to our friend Terrence and J Money’s house and had some beers there, caught up a little bit, and then hit this bar called Monogan’s which was a short walk from their apartment. Every night of the week had specific specials, and we just happened to land there on Irish Night, which was $3 Guinness’s, Harp’s, and shots of Jaminson’s. When Tory and Josephine showed up at the bar, they bought a round of Jaminson’s and Coke for all of us there, the bill came to only $18. I was amazed that we were getting legit hammered for that cheap.
I don’t need to bore you with the exact details of every night there but here is a little bit about each night if you are interested to hear what went down:
Thursday: Bottomless Saki at Coach Sushi in Oakland with Coco, Cass, Avery, Mouse, Kelly, Nancy and her roommate..Jen or Jess? This place breeds blackouts before 10 p.m. You get a wooden box that is filled with Saki until 10 p.m. or until you can’t take it anymore. If you’re lucky you will bottom out your wooden box, but don’t count on it happening often. George blacked out and let me slap him in the face extremely hard. Twice. On video. He also broke a table at Cass’s apartment. We got a noise complaint, and went home extremely hung over the next day. Taking the BART a bus hung-over, is shitty.
Friday: This was the big event “Bill LaHaye: The Return ft. Joel Strauss.” Basically we had 40 of our closest friends at Bar None, doing what we do best. Even some friends from Stockton made the trip for this ever so epic event. We all met up around the same time, did some pre-gaming and then the larger groups all met up at Bar None and had a great time. I even met up with a friend from Gardner who lived down the street from me, but now lives in SF. Once I got back to Georges, Nate and I chatted about life until the wee hours of the morning and smoked about 40 cigarettes while we listened to some good tunes.
Saturday: This was part of the original reason why I was headed to CA in the first place. It was your basic standard Pike Event, Founders Day. Pregame before, head to the event with a couple beers in your pockets to drink on the bus, etc. Well some girl decided to throw the event a curve ball, and take a fucking shit on the men’s bathroom floor. I know, crazy. I’m shocked the owner did not kick us out of her place for that. We have been kicked out of venues for far less.
Sunday: Watched USA vs. Canada. Fuck Canada. Got lunch with some friends and just chilled. I also realized that my flight was about 8 hours earlier than I thought it was, so I had to break lunch plans with Nancy and a couple other plans that were going to fill up my Monday that ended up being filled with Planes, Trains, Buses and Automobiles.
On the way home from Stockton, after lunch and the USA game, I got a ride home with Chumbley, Akers, Schapansky, and Joel. We chatted in depth about life and everything that we wanted from it. We talked boldly about all of our future ambitions and wanting more in life than what we currently are doing, wherever we are situated now. We even came up with this ridiculous business idea called InnerTube, and began naming all the aspects we would control. Basically, all the things we are good at in our own respective. The general consensus was that we all wanted to be around people and friends that motivated us. The majority of the people in the car had places and things already going on in San Francisco, but it was motivation for the others that wanted to move there and start something.
Basically the point of all of this is to say that I really had an amazing time there. It made me realize everything that I was missing out on, and all the great times there are to come. Not that I don’t like my home life, but there is this black hole feeling I get when I am here. I find myself not wanting to go out or do anything that involves driving more than 5 miles. San Francisco is an amazing city that makes me feel good about myself when I’m there. I want to live in a big city while I’m young enough to enjoy it with all of my pals.
So my ultimate goal is to move to San Francisco in three months. Well actually the plan is to have secure plans on when I am going to move by June 1st. I think this is a realistic goal for the most part. I got a job delivering pizzas, which really isn’t that much income. But also just today I got a job through my temp agency working at a medical supply company. I start tomorrow, bright and early at 8:15 in the morning. The only thing I really have an issue with is the commute but whatever; I need to have some paper in the bank to be able to make that move. And once I make the move, the same temp agency has like 10 offices throughout the Bay Area, so I am hoping that they can just transfer me there, and I will be able to find a job there with no trouble and maybe pick up a part time job at night.
So currently I am a man with two jobs. We’ll see how long though.
Until next time…
