san francisco!
this weekend is supposed to be the the highlight of my year. its the first trip i’ve taken on my own to meet up with my best friend ally. we’re going to spend this weekend walking amongst nerds at san francisco’s wondercon. finally feeling like real adults. but the beginning of the trip almost cancelled this highlighting trip…
thursday started as a great day, my best friend eagerly texting me early in the morning because she had to leave for the airport at 7am, while my bus didnt leave till 2:15pm. I got a paycheck in the mail; which means i have more money to spend up here then originally.
so i got to get moving around noon, taking my time, watching E! and the scandals of our beloved celebrities. wondering if i will ever get a well off enough job, that i would be recognized by some network television channel. I pack my bags, trying to pick some nice trendy outfits, while keeping in mind that its supposed to rain while we’re up there.
i meet my friend who was going to drive me to the bus station, and we head to salinas, calm and having fun.
then a cluster fuck of bad events ensue. its 2pm and we go to the wrong transportation station, and my bus leaves in 15 minutes, and we have no idea where this other station is. so we are racing around salinas, im having a minor panic attack because i dont know how im going to make it up to san fran. i try to get the station on the phone to talk to them and see if the bus had left, and no one was answering, i start cursing vehemently and almost threw my phone out of the window a couple times. so sure enough an hour past my bus time we find the damn station. and they want to charge me $80 to change my ticket time to 9pm later that day. fuck that i throw my electronic ticket at the ticket man and storm out the station.
then i go back to the amtrak station. my preferred mode of long distance transportation. why did i ever try that other company. everything changed after i walked into that station. my new trip was only $44 round trip and the next bus was leaving at 3:30pm. everything was finally turning around for the best. not only that, but the trip was twice as short as the other companies trip. oh amtrak how i love thee.
two hours later, driving along the highway, watching the wind caress the rolling hills and seeing the fields of grass dancing along the hillsides, and watching the ocean lick the rocky shoreline. life was beautiful again.
i arrive in san francisco and i see my bfff, a fiery ball of red hair. we walk up the mountainous slopes of san fran to our china town hotel, gasping for air as we suck down our djarum black cigarettes. we eat some amazing sushi in the ferry house and romp around san fran feeling like home, and in awe that we are here together and how natural it feels.
day one ends with us talking about sensual topics, and watching jim ghaffigan as we surrender to the sounds of san francisco and drift off to sleep.
