This blog has become not much more than a travel recap this season. I haven't had the right moment, headspace or situation to sit down and write anything thoughtful, but since I stopped keeping journals (and since I feel like if I don't write it down it might not have actually happened)... here is my trip to San Francisco!
Here's the thing about San Francisco - not only is it beautiful, you will NEVER be the most disturbed, degenerate or delinquent person around no matter how hard you try. That alone makes it an uplifting place to visit. Then there are the random conversations, like this overheard at Dolores Park: "I can't tell if those hot guys are guys I've already slept with or guys I plan to sleep with." Pause. Someone else answers: "Do you think option 2 could insinuate option 1?"
My friend Ross lives next to Dolores Park, in the "Beachhouse". We made many trips to his beachhouse for refills on the mobile margarita bar he brought to the grass and shared with everyone.
The reason he confessed all this? The homeless guy was still with him - back on his blanket at the park. He wouldn't leave. He couldn't get rid of him. He followed around like a puppy, absorbing any and all kindness offered. How do you extricate yourself from the situation without sounding like an asshole, and thus nulling and voiding all the previous generosity?
Lightening up any situation, Lia joined the picnic. I met Lia in an island off Honduras with CoolDan years ago and we spent a magical night on a deserted island I will never forget. On another memorable SCUBA diving adventure, Lia couldn't be hauled from the ocean back into the boat, no matter how hard the instructor pulled her arms her chest kept ramming into the side of the boat so finally he said, "Lia - there are two big reasons you aren't getting into this boat. Your tits!"
I was really in San Francisco to celebrate the birthday of my pal Neighbor Dan who now lives there. I was able to pry Crazy Dan into joining the celebration from New York - he's a flight attendant and got us 1st class all the way across the continent. This meant keeping him up all night to ensure we made the early morning flight. No easy feat!
|We don't need another hero!|
|Buena Vista Park. Indeed!|
Gong Down to LA?