SF Pride
Hey look it's Jennifer Beals, grand marshall at the Pride Parade. I called into work sick, food poisoning, and we drove into the city. I found us an amazing parking spot (actually we had to walk through chinatown to get to the main drag) it was a miracle that we found a spot.
I'm learning to drive a stick shift and to manuever five lane freeways. Enjoying the golden hills and unbelievable temperature and enduring the nauseating affluence of Marin County. Trader joes is a sin i cannot resist. I've already racked up thirteen dollars worth of library fines and found myself lost in the tenderloin area of the city wondering why i can't get the scent of piss out of my mouth.
I feel like a machine though. Working three part time jobs, all with very different people. one has a cast of social outcasts and nerds, another an all spanish speaking latino crew and the third a gang of barely teenage girls. it's all very new. i wish i had my bike, our foot exploring is limited. but the hiking here is like no other. i felt like i was in a metamucil commercial-hiking through golden wheat colored hills at sunset.