Monday, December 22, 2008
My whimsical fourteen month affair with San Francisco has come to an end. My time in The City was marked by, among other things: three and a half months of sharing a small studio apartment with the only two friends I had in The City initially, a couple, mind you; thousands of cold calls to sell third party logistics services; Folsom Street Fair, with plenty of public "hj's" and weights hanging from stretched out ball sacks, and Bay-to-Breakers, where I pranced around as a sparkly rocket ship throughout the Panhandle and learned that it's difficult to decipher between the "normal" people of The City and the thousands of crazies; boogie boarding and bonfiring at Ocean Beach; biking up hills that I would have never previously tried to bike up; dancing to the music of a thirteen-piece disco band at Mezzanine and to the tunes of Radiohead in Golden Gate Park; and drinking many a bottle of "Two Buck Chuck" and eating special banana bread that is easy to come by in a place where medical marijuana cards abide. I am sad to leave the city that has allowed me to redefine my boundaries and to walk to the beat of a crazy drum, and I am sad to leave behind my friends who have become like a family to me; however, I have had more than my share of cubicle life, and my travel bug must be satiated. And so, I am off to South America.