Collected Thoughts

Okay, so I haven't posted this yet. I'm going to get on to Mom tomorrow about liberating the pictures from her digital camera.


The deal was Dad had a business trip (actually it's on going) in San Francisco and so for Christmas he bought me tickets to go out. YAY! We stayed in the hotel he'd booked, The Omni Hotel and it's nice.

Okay, so we flew out of here at some stupid early morning time. Blech. We make the first leg and then get to the second leg. The plane was almost empty, I think there were 6 rows in the middle empty. Of course people jumped on them. I however, sacked out on my window seat and tried to listen to my cds. Found out my cheap ass cd player wasn't working. Pissed me off. I couldn't play the Dance til You Burn mix that angusg made and that I love. However I found that I could play some cds if I put them on random.

Also discovered that Delta makes you PAY for all food. Snacks and sandwiches. Anyway, eventually I snag a middle row and nap. I pretty much slept the whole way out there.

Get to SF!!! Wow! The weather is wonderful. Nice and cool and damp. Not like the hot, dry plane. We take a taxi to the hotel. Drive over a bridge, see Candlestick Park and San Francisco Industrial City spelled out in white rocks. That's not attractive.

We get to the hotel and find out that we've been upgraded! Ooops! It's a king sized bed. As in single! They regular grade us to a room with two doubles. Still it's a nice room. Thick fluffy towels. Soft blankets and a soft mattress. It was so damn comfy I had trouble sleeping. (I have a crappy, lumpy, single bed).

Okay now it's time to try and get in touch with David and debg. I leave a message for Deb. I call David. And I can't figure out what's going on why I can't get through. So I go ask about Web TV, which they have in the rooms. I'm told, don't use that! Come down and use our Business Internet, for free!

It's a computer in a utility closet. I meant to take a picture. Swear to god it used to be a broom closet or something, there's barely enough room for this tiny desk and a chair.

Anyway, there was confusion. I walked around the finnacial district. I ate a slice of pizza. I got up with David and debg. Turns out one of my problems was transposing numbers even though I sat there and compared them to an email. Jet lag.

So David gives me great directions about how to meet him, where he works. Turns out I walked right down there! So I change and all that and get impatient and figure it will take me awhile to get down there. And I stroll along and see a flower vendor and buy flowers. Because I can. For david and JZ. Because they aren't sold here, not street side. We only have stuff sold at abandoned gas stations--velvet paintings, tie dye crap for college students, and cheap sofas and easy chairs.

Anyway I buy flowers for David and his lovely fiance JZ. Who I had hoped to meet that night.

But I'm WAY early. So I hang out and watch people and hold the flowers and walk around and then I see David across the street and then he sees me and we meet in the middle and hug. Very dramatic.

We go and get money and muni tickets and he goes and shows me around. Ferry Building, his office. Until we go to get his son. Which we do. He has an amazing son, who tells us all kinds of jokes on the commute back to their house. I start to fade but revive.

David feeds me a quesadilla and his son introduces me to Teen Titans with the Mad Mod episode. It's funny! Especially the beast kid who keeps drooling. If you made it through my ramblings this far and haven't seen Teen Titans, try and check this out. We watch another episode and then it's bathtime (well, not for me or David). I call Deb. David and I talk. Then it's storytime. There's a book about Moon Pies. Turns out they haven't had Moon Pies--ever! I promise to send Moon Pies.

Which I still am doing, I just have to find a few other treats like Cows Tails and other weird southern-y treats I think a boy will like.

Then they did bedtime stuff and I got online. Then David and I watched the Tick and I finished off my red wine.

There was a bunch of talking during all of this, but I was droopy and not my usual self. For some reason during the WHOLE trip I was much more subdued than I normally am. No bouncing. And I don't think I talked with my hands as much as I normally do.

I'm not sure if it was jetlag or SF but the whole time I felt more...a different vibe. Probably jetlag.

Anyway, I took a cab back to the hotel, took my meds, and couldn't go to sleep. I kept thinking of all the stuff I shoulda said, meant to say. Stuff like that.



I LOVED San Francisco. I'm going to move there. Walking around I felt I belonged there, like I fit. Everything seemed much more comfortable. Well, not always but I kept getting more and more into SF realizing that...it's big and anonymous in many ways and there are so many possiblities.

Here is small and here is where a lot of people know my family. God, when my dad was growing up everyone knew him. Or his parents or aunts or uncles. They knew them by sight. That's what I live in. I live in a place that's very Bible Belty and small minded and I'm not.

Here doesn't fit and maybe that's why I'm always so fidgety. Because where I live is too small.