Adios, San Francisco
2 years ago I came to San Francisco to start anew. It seemed like a big risk with lots of potential. I arrived on July 2nd, 2007, which was also the same day I had ever set foot in San Francisco (yeah, I was sheltered). In that short day (I arrived around 6pm), I realized that Ingelside was not really San Francisco, and that Ocean Beach was COLD. In the 24 months since then, I have made incredible friends, had ups & down in life (and work) and now know where I truly want to end up someday.
Yes, someday…I will be back but TODAY I am leaving SF which the eventual destination of New York City. I’m scared as shit, yes, even at 35. But that’s how I pretty much felt when I moved here, and look how that turned out 
Wish me luck
and thank you friends
Roman
While in the city…
I know that my previous post said that I was taking a leave while I move myself to NYC. Unfotunately I’ve encountered some frustrating hurdles and just needed to put things on paper.
I envy anyone who’s ever had to put an ad out seeking a roommate, it must be STRESSFUL. I probably answered more than a dozen of these types of ads on CL last week while in the city. I got 2 replies, and one was from a Nigerian spammer. So either people didn’t really like my email, or they’re just swamped with interest.
Second, NYC is so full of life, I’m hoping it doesn’t consume me. I want to hurry up and get there and start cementing the next part of my life, but need to focus and breathe.
I really wish Big Papi would come out of this slump, it’s a sad thing that is happening to a cheerful and good guy
Cat sh**t smells bad, really bad, really, really bad….
Ok, to be continued….wish me luck on finding a roommate
I’m taking a leave of absence
from this blog, until I am ready to move to New York (days leading up to it). Right now I’m going to focus 100% on the task ahead, which includes laying down the foundation for my move, as well as finding a new place to live. I feel distracted right now and its because I know that there are things I have to do, and I haven’t begun doing them.
Once the move happens, I feel that the first few weeks (months?) of my move will result in “new york moments” that I plan to share with you all. I also found my battery charger for my camera, so that’s a relief.
see you soon
twitter is killing my blog and thoughts stored in my head
While sipping my coffee, I remembered that I have a blog! Yes, this little page that houses some of my random deep thoughts. I am allowing to much time to pass between posts. SO I am blaming Twitter. Or perhaps I’ve just become really lazy, or my mind has gone dry and I’m unable to create anything witty. But it’s not me, it’s YOU Twitter, you’ve made my need to broadcast my life into an easy process.
I am not quite sure if anyone reads this anymore, but if you do, guess what? I’m moving. It has come time for me to leave San Francisco, which I will miss DEARLY. But there’s a part of me that’s always wanted to experience the buzz that is…
So yes, I’m moving to ….
I should be there around July (no later)
will you take me out for coffee?
am I losing my mind?
Hotel bars and NASCAR
I saw my Grandmother yesterday, it had been YEARS (caps to emphasize the length). I’m so happy I did, I have no clue how much longer she’s going to be with us. Something that haunts me to this day is not seeing my Grandfather before he died, and missing his funeral.
Sorry for debbie downer.
Snoop is on Sportscenter, fo shizzle
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So I didn’t tweet for 3 hours
It must have been funny to someone up there (God, John Belushi, or whomever is manning Heaven these days). Almost immediately after someone makes a comment about my constant Facebook updating, I get silenced.
So the story goes like this
My smart ass friend Gina (@snosberry on twitter), who I’ve known since summer school (1991) decided to make a comment (smart ass) about my Facebook updating velocity. I synch up my Twitter feed to my Facebook status, and thus the “constant updates”.
visual reference:
So I basically told Gina to kiss it. After that comment (at 7:33pm), I fell asleep while watching TV. I had made plans to attend a concert with my friend Kasey around 9pm, so I set an alarm, etc so I wouldn’t oversleep. When I work up, I realized that I had about 20-30 minutes before I needed to leave the house, so I decided to go walk the dog.
Now for those of you who know me, you know that I do not have a dog (see where I’m going with this?). My roommate volunteered to babysit her friend’s dog for a week. Since I’m a kind person (and unemployed), I volunteered myself to take the dog out to do her “stuff” while exploiting the “cuteness” of the dog in attempts to meet single women during the day (granted, they were probably unemployed as well).
So back to the story, I decided to take Tootsie (yup, that’s her name) out one last time before I went out into the night. I was tempted to “tweet” about this, but knew Gina would give me crap, so I left the phone on the sofa, grabbed the “poop” bag, leash and car keys.
I locked the door behind me, closed it and then realized I had the car keys. Not to be confused with the HOUSE KEYS.
I locked myself out, with a dog and a bag to gather poop. I won’t go into the details of how I walked around the blocks for an hour trying to figure out my roommate’s phone number (sorry to the guy I called and interrupted his Lost watching). I ended up at Kasey & Ben’s house to wait it out, at least I had the car keys.
So basically I blame Tootsie:
And that is why I was tweetless in San Francisco for a few hours. And I’m traumatized.
The $10 beer
I attended Opening Day at AT&T Park today (Giants won, woot woot). Mother Nature was nice to us, as it rained all morning and up to 29 minutes before the first pitch. That said pitch was thrown by Sully, yes, Sully! So my friend Andrew made an observation about how the recessions wasn’t stopping anyone from consuming $10 beers.
It got me thinking, does drinking $10 beers a by product of us caring about the recession and wanting to “give back” to everyone we can (if we can afford to do so). Now I know what you’re thinking “$10 beers have been here for years”, and yes, I agree. But this recession has only been here since late last year, and now, I feel that rather than curbing the consumption of over priced Budweiser’s, we may actually feel “obligated” to do so. I know, it sounds crazy, but these are the things I think about when I’ve taken 2 Benadryl’s and have gone through my ipod without any luck at finding “meaning”.
I was thinking about putting up an ad on CL for friendship, but someone beat me to it, so I replied.
On a side note, why do cats sleep so much?
Sunday nights and me
And the Phillies are losing, so much for their Opening Day
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1200 miles later and I still have sand in my toes
I’m fully decompressed from the roadtrip with @sharpie33 and have a few reflections and thoughts:
- It will be a LONG while before my butt sits in my car for more than 40 minutes continuously
- sand is nice
- getting hit by a Frisbee hurts
- Fatburger is quite possibly the best burger joint in the world
- You know who your real friends are after 300 miles
- Ashley Tisdale’s version of “Last Christmas” is the second best version and makes a great road trip song
So now what? I am cleaning out my closet and sending all my eBay swag to @powersellingmom , I know she’d love the items as much as I did when I received them. I’m not throwing anything away, if anything, I’m paying it forward for re-use.
I’m heading to Phoenix in a few weeks to see my friends at Jimmie Johnson Racing, in addition some of my oldest friends and my Grandmother. I feel lucky to have this time off, even though it came due to a layoff. I’m getting to do things that I had no time for while still employed. I am commiting to continuing this even post “new job”, whenever and wherever that maybe.
The importance of being happy
Day 5 of the road trip and I’m having such a good time, amongst a hazy head due to quality beer consumption. Though admittedly I had a Miller Lite last nite as my “nightcap”, so I’m going to blame the headache on that (today).
My jaw hurts, and its because of all the laughter and smiling that’s been going on since we set off south. Makes me wonder why its been so long that I’ve continuously smiled and laughed and just been happy. Internally I’d like to find someone to blame, so it doesn’t all fall on me. Honesty be present, I only have myself to blame.
But the sun is shining, and so is my outlook on everything that follows. Like Manny Ramirez says “that’s the past”
