At the beginning of this summer, to get out of the mental and emotional rut I was in, I sold what little Yahoo! stock I had, had my father move into my condo and took over a friends lease in San Francisco.
But all things come to an end, and I have to move back to suburban Fremont, where my world of hipsters and gays and crackheads turn into Chinese and Indian families. Here are my cliff notes:
San Francisco has microclimates. Christ almighty, does it have microclimates. I live in the Twin Peaks, at the very of the hill by Sutro tower. There is fog here. A lot of fog. There was fog two months ago, in the middle of summer. So much so that I have little nicknames for this neighborhood: Cloud City. Fog City. Silent Hill. Goddamn-this-place-is-fucking-cold.- I spent a lot of time playing World of Warcraft. The difference between playing WoW in Fremont and playing WoW in San Francisco is that I actually played at someone elses house, which brings much needed social interaction. Even if said interaction consists of the phrases “Heal me dude,” and “Can you buff me?”
- I had exactly one date while I was in San Francisco. That sounds pathetic, but that’s one more than the amount of dates I would have while living in Fremont.
- Being able to walk and take public transportation is really nice.
- Taking public transportation with a bunch of crackheads, not so much.
- I think I moved to the city expecting this magical gay mecca, that I would instantly be swarmed by a bunch of hip, beautiful gay people and we would do hip, beautiful gay things, like hang out in the Castro and buy clothes at H&M and sleep with each others boyfriends. Did that happen? Not really. I don’t know how I feel about this.
- My roommate is a nice guy. His cat Scout is the devil spawn. He comes up to you and meows for ten minutes, seeking attention, and then bites and hisses if you try to pet him. I’m totally against the stereotype that Asians eat any animal that comes our way. That being said, I’ve been this close to serving him with fava beans and a bottle of chianti.
Will I be back? Maybe. Hopefully. Time will tell.
I’d feel cheated about #6. There are just certain things you expect ouf of SF – cold weather, hills and fabulous gays. I mean, if you can’t count on that, what has the world come to?
Will you be living with your dad in the condo then?
Okay, now that’s a funny post! Welcome back, Ern. I’m lovin’ the plaid.
+2 eProps!
We’ll miss you Ernie. Hurry back.
And I love the microclimates. Of course, I’m on the east side, so I get sun and cool while you get fog and freeze.
I just wanted to say I’m glad you’re blogging again. I missed your sarcasm and humor. =)
I’m so happy your blogging again. Burn them people with your wit and sarcasm, ernie! Make that lvl 3 Sarcasm, augmented by the +4 wit you got from the blue item.
come on now, ernie…every asian knows that cat does not go with chianti. try an unfiltered sake with that cat inside a steamed bun and you’re golden.
I call it, fluffy in a blanket. I can see the hate mail now.
Around here, we sleep with friends’ boyfriends all the time, especially the hot boyfriends. It’s a regular thing, and it’s amazingly good! And then I wake up.
San Fransisco.. I’ve only been there once, and only for a few days. I was terribly amused by the fact that there are condom machines in the bathrooms at the Hard Rock Cafe.
I came through for click and comment monday, have a good day!
I’ve been thinking about moving to SF (from Mountain View) for years now. I’m most temped when I’m in the Castro in the middle of a beautiful day (that seems to trigger fantasy #6 in my mind). But then something usually snaps me out of it: either being in the Castro at night, or going to open homes to see what a measly $700K buys these days.
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