Friscing
I went friscing in Upper Haight with Steve and Liza. Liza made me get a shirt that makes me look like a cowboy. It has snap-buttons and stripes and everything. I also got some fashionable designer blue jeans.
I wore my new outfit to the Panda and Angel show tonight. I was even so bold as to go out without my hoodie, so I was unable to hide from the world, even on the bus. What a world of difference a new shirt makes! San Franciscans recognized me as one of their own. They were friendly and struck up conversations. Girls at the club were checking me out, I kid you not. It was awesome.
The Panda and Angel show was fantastic. The first opening band, Matt and Kim, was very cute synthpop. I think Aimy would have appreciated their lovable demeanor and danceable songs. (check them out, they are so cute) The second band was two people from Panda and Angel and a different guitar/vocalist girl. She sang good lesbian angst songs. They were called S. I bought their album, "Puking and Crying" and I am pretty excited. Panda and Angel totally rocked it. I love them so much.
I think I kind of like San Francisco a bit now. It's a good place to be alone. Much like Austin, there's only one place to see shows. Here it's Bottom of the Hill. It's better than Emo's though. It's smaller and there's no like backstage. So when you're hanging out after the show, you're hanging out with the band. It's very relaxed and pleasant. You can't sort out the hipsters from the band members because they all look the same.
Waiting for the bus at the bottom of the hill is still the loneliest thing ever. I wrote a poem about it last time I was their (I have a poem about every neighborhood in San Francisco). I would tell it to you, but I've already forgotten it.
This is a good place to be at this point in my life. I'm dealing with a lot of things in my mind right now and it's nice to have all this space to deal with them. But I don't want to grow old and die alone here. We'll see how long I can take it out here. It will be interesting.
I wore my new outfit to the Panda and Angel show tonight. I was even so bold as to go out without my hoodie, so I was unable to hide from the world, even on the bus. What a world of difference a new shirt makes! San Franciscans recognized me as one of their own. They were friendly and struck up conversations. Girls at the club were checking me out, I kid you not. It was awesome.
The Panda and Angel show was fantastic. The first opening band, Matt and Kim, was very cute synthpop. I think Aimy would have appreciated their lovable demeanor and danceable songs. (check them out, they are so cute) The second band was two people from Panda and Angel and a different guitar/vocalist girl. She sang good lesbian angst songs. They were called S. I bought their album, "Puking and Crying" and I am pretty excited. Panda and Angel totally rocked it. I love them so much.
I think I kind of like San Francisco a bit now. It's a good place to be alone. Much like Austin, there's only one place to see shows. Here it's Bottom of the Hill. It's better than Emo's though. It's smaller and there's no like backstage. So when you're hanging out after the show, you're hanging out with the band. It's very relaxed and pleasant. You can't sort out the hipsters from the band members because they all look the same.
Waiting for the bus at the bottom of the hill is still the loneliest thing ever. I wrote a poem about it last time I was their (I have a poem about every neighborhood in San Francisco). I would tell it to you, but I've already forgotten it.
This is a good place to be at this point in my life. I'm dealing with a lot of things in my mind right now and it's nice to have all this space to deal with them. But I don't want to grow old and die alone here. We'll see how long I can take it out here. It will be interesting.