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baring a soul : september 2000 wander: 09.02.00 09.02.2000 :: san francisco i love flying. so much so i often wish i had longer layovers - the energy of airports always makes me want to write. this trip was quiet...no one to chatter with (it seems that i have always been oddly lucky to sit next to interesting people on planes). and actually i had my first negative fellow-passenger experience. the dumb bitch sitting next to me decided that an airplane was the ideal place to *paint her nails*. the stewardess almost kicked her ass :) it was great. luckily we got rid of her in lubbock. so i arrived in san franciso...and as i walked outside, i realized that the high for the day was *65*! ohmygod. when was the last time it was 65 in austin? so then i get the good news - we are spending the weekend in san francisco instead of leaving immediately as i expected <GLOW> its 4pm and i am in this amazing city...it was definately time to roam :) we hiked up to coit tower, where we could see the whole city and the bay....i even saw alcatraz! then we ambled down to chinatown, struggled up and down painful hills and beautiful streets. there was just so much to see...i couldnt even think about the vast shopping possibilities...it was just too much. amusing-but-typical-belen anecdote: first night in san fran...our mission: it was *aweful*. it was as hot as atomic (HOW? you gasp! the air outside was 55). the dance floor was big but shitty...you could feel the wooden floor move with everyone's motion and it was packed. "OK belen," you think, "if it was that packed, at *least* you had vast amounts of eye candy, right? how many are you bringing home with you?" <shakes head> nope. 1, maybe 2 (if i had had enough to drink) that i would have brought home to you. <sigh> what was even worse was the music was really good (very similar to jason's good love :) so i sat in pain, aching to dance, sweating like mad and watching these poeple with *no rhythm* lope around the dancefloor. the whole night was quite comic :) i spent my night being very catty...it was fun. 09.03.2000 :: san francisco - day 2 sunday morning dawns and i am super-excited. why? well because we are going to a ren faire outside of san francisco and i am figuring "a ren faire in the land of hippies! this will be great!!" <rolls eyes> after an hour and a half of driving, we get to the faire. 1st sign that something is wrong: 2nd sign that something is wrong: 2 good things at the worst faire ever: 09.04.2000 :: leaving san francisco monday morning rolled in and it was time to leave san francisco. despite the bust on my 2 favorite things to do (i ask you, how could *both* a goth club *and* a ren faire be a bust??) before we can leave SF however, we are on a quest for a specific comic book that is hiding at a specific comic book store. yes, *hiding* - i can't count the number of times we had gotten lost in the previous 36 hours, but it was getting downright comidic. but you know, if you're gonna be perpetually lost, i do believe that san francisco is the place to do it. :) two hours later, we have the comic book and are headed out of the city, across the golden gate bridge - with a 12 hour drive ahead of us along rte 101 which winds its way slowly up the california and oregon coast. as the sun was getting low in the sky, we turned onto the avenue of the giants in the redwood forest. if you've never been there, it needs to be at the top of your list. i remember so clearly the first time i saw the deep quiet dwarfing forest, it made me believe that faerie kingdoms did exist. any place that ancient and vast had to hold unfathomable magic. and it was no different this time. we stopped at the visitors center and saw a cross-section of a redwood with dates marked in its rings. it was 800 years old and still smaller than many we had seen. with the last rays of light filtering through these giants, we wound our way up to oregon. the drive was a good, allbeit long, one...except for 2 minor ocurrances: road trip disaster #1: road trip disaster #2: <MORE TO COME...> |