i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Counting the Moments I haven't really had a lot of time to write lately, which is too bad because there are so many moments happening in rapid succession that part of me just wants to absorb it and not reflect, and part of me desperately wants to stop so I can start to chronicle it all. It's kinda like when you see something beautiful, succinct or unique, like last night as Chris and I sat idling on in the car on the one of those famous quintessential San Francisco hills as the sun set over the bay bridge, it's twinkling lights just barely coming into focus. I snapped a quick picture, but somehow, I know the snapshot will never be as good as the moment itself- the movement of the streets below, the smell of the ocean air, the light wind that whipped through the open windows of the same silver integra that we used to ride in High School. Things are coming to a close- Roger treated me to dinner at a place I've always wanted to go to- a garlic place called The Stinking Rose that had some awesome prime rib. It was awesome food, and great ambiance- one of those characteristically SF places on Columbus. I remember when I first moved here, Dan and I drove around for hours trying to find this little street, and here, these months later, Chris and I found it with no trouble at all. Seems as though my initial delight at being able to get lost has grown into an familiar, warm, total competence of the area--- I feel at home here, and it's hard to get lost here too, like in San Diego. The last couple of weeks have been filled with great moments, much like the whole of my time here has been. I've stood on the shores of Pacifica, underneath the pier and have sung into the surf, I've sat in the grass of Dolores Park in the evening, eating picnic food and watching "Some Like it Hot" during a movie in the park, watching the lights of the cars that come in on the bay bridge twinkle in background, while victorian homes nestle against each other in the foreground, I've danced into the wee hours with a cool guy who made me laugh and who could really dance, I've gone apartment hunting with Dan and helped him move into his new place, I've had tapas and sangria that made me talk in my tipsy, lilting voice in a dimly lit peruvian restaurant in the Mission District, I've driven into the Berkeley hills with Stacey and Dan and rolled down all the windows playing the perfect India.Arie song, I've had a girls night out at Suite 181, I've seen Gavin Degraw for free, I've inadvertenly participated in Bay to Breakers, I've seen three penises by accident, I've stood in the imposing grandeur of the Palace of Fine Arts and watched seagulls bathed and found out that they cleanse themselves in the exact same pattern, I think I've told someone who has touched my life how much they matter (but I'm not really sure, actually), I've sang at the top of my lungs in little rented kareoke booths off Geary, I've had my last Wenesday Adventure with Dan and driven for 6 hours, I've finished with finals, I've started packing up my apartment, wrapping dishes in newspaper and realizing that I only have two days left in my apartment and in the city. I spend a little less than a week in Emeryville, take three days to go back home...and then I'm gone. 2:00 p.m. - Sunday, May. 29, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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