Monday, September 21, 2009

regarding the pool and the diving.


The San Francisco Bay Area weekend summary:
  • Night prior: 3.5 hours of sleep
  • Early morning: PDX, A+ for Horizon Airlines. Seriously. SO easy.
  • Mid morning: Long looping drive from OAK into SF. Over Golden Gate. Enjoyed.
  • Late morning: San Rafael check in. Nap.
  • Mid afternoon: Wedding party. Sweating. Drinking. Meeting lots of people recognized from facebook. Laughter.
  • Late afternoon: Talking to cute woman in hot dress. Best chance for connection?
  • Minutes later: Odd sense of humor not understood and/or appreciated. Fuck it.
  • Evening: Hotel. Alone. Movie. Room Service.
  • Mid morning: awake late. Stare at football game. Decide to not visit friends in the city. Too far, no time.
  • Noon: Check out. Gigantic turkey sandwich consumed. 
  • Afternoon: Back to friend's home/party location. Sit by lovely pool for hours. Enjoy view of golden hills. Blood orange soda mixed with pinot noir? Not my idea, but surprisingly not shitty. Relaxing: si.
  • Mid afternoon: to OAK.
  • Late afternoon: Zero TSA line. A- for Horizon Airlines.
  • Flight: Old lady, why in the fucking hell did you decide that it was a good idea to bring really fragrant Chinese food on the airplane? I mean come ON. Eat your goddamned potsticker before sitting next to me on this tiny regional jet. I like Chinese, but this is too much. You're 11 inches away from me. Mind your chopsticks. 
  • Night: Home. Quiet. Deeply unsatisfied. Also, a fish in the tank has died.
Nonspecific longing anticipated for the week ahead. Not for the fish. Although probably that, too.

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