Magic Fingers

Maybe I got spoiled by the thicker walls at my previous residence or the docile mating habits of my former roommates, but it's been quite while since I've been woken up by the ever subtle vibrations of some old fashioned McLovin' going on.* Go sexy!

And onto the weirdest dream. It was one of those where for part of it I was already awake and I was explaining it to the Aussie and her friend. But lo and behold, that was all part of the dream as well. Which in hindsight, there is no way I'd tell it to her, not because it was sexy and she was in it, but because it'd make me seem like a crackpot.

Begin dream sequence...

I'm still working at the Big Office Conglomerate, but for whatever reason I'm driving my mom's old 1988 blue Honda Accord and giving my co-workers T and J a ride to my old middle school, which is the site of the company golf tournament (again, for whatever reason). The other participants of the golf foursome are my boy J and TV. Then my memory gets fuzzy. Cut to next morning where Tom calls us over to let us know that there was a big fire at the golf course (middle school) and that a bunch of "secret, important tax files" (dream Tom's words not mine) were destroyed as a result. Things were furthered heightened when Jim entered with the morning paper, headline screaming "Fire & Hijinks Involved". Realizing that we had been the last people at the middle school (golf course) we knew something was up and that we were going to be set up as the fall guys.

And wake up...


Moral of the story:
1) I need my own place or I need to be the one keeping others up with my McLovin'
2) Glad I left my job when I did or the drugs in SF are a lot stronger than what I'm used to


* Apologies to roommates circa 2001.

Good things come to those who wait or it's really weird to be watching prime time sports at 5:30

It'd be nice to be writing from my local corner cafe, only two blocks away from my awesome apartment, knowing that in a few hour I'll be meeting friends for a bite and a few brews. Instead I'm following the Sox game on MLB Game Day and resting my legs, which are really not used to these damn hills. But seeing as I've only been in San Francisco for two full days it's OK. Now if I'm still floating around three weeks from now, then you can worry.

Now don't get me wrong. I've hardly been slumming it. In fact I have a lovely place to crash, with an amazing view of the Bay Bridge and my host is a smoking hot Aussie has made me feel more than welcome. I've even managed to sample some of the local cuisine, namely the start of my burrito excursion and the local wine scene. There's some debauchery in store this weekend and plans to meet up with the new classmates next week. But yes, it has definitely been a challenge getting settled in. I've been working the craigslist scene pretty much non-stop and trying to find something that's 1) not insanely expensive 2) not in the middle of nowhere/heart of the Tenderloin.

So my last cup of dunks is only a memory now. Instead I'm surrounded by SF Giants fans who were actually cheering Barry Bonds' last AB. Talk about weird. Yeah, weird like getting winded walking up hills on my way home. Weird like me asking a cab driver if cars can turn right on red and what time bars close. Weird like having complete strangers come up to me, because I have that "look" on my face, and asking me if I need help finding my way.

But it's all part of learning the ins and outs of a new city, dealing with some real grittiness and being away from home for the first time.

I'm tired of packing. I'm tired of not being in San Francisco. I think I'm ready.

And scene...

It's been a while since I've wrote, but here's the thing: life is ready for some shakin' and bakin', so I figured why not now? Yes, why not now?

As some of you may or may not know, I'm heading out to the land of sourdough, Merlot and the rolling hills of San Francisco.

WEST COAST BABY, WEST COAST!!

Oh yeah, and I'm going back to school. The Miami Ad School-SF to be precise. Basically what that means is that I'm following my dreams of copywriting superstardom and hopefully it'll all be worth it one day. Don't worry I won't forget you, the little people, when I'm big time. And by big time I mean having a standing invite to the Playboy Mansion. "I love what you've done with the grotto of late."

Spending a year in SF, taking classes and basically making ads all day. Me, my art director, a bunch of take-out and lots of cheap beer. Oh yeah, and after that I'll have the opportunity to do some traveling with 4 internships around the world! I'm totally getting ahead of myself, but checking out Shanghai (culturally, global market and that Olympic thing), NYC (I'd be stupid not to), the Chi (I can stay with the Wise's) and def somewhere in Europe (Prague, Berlin, London???). Then again Sydney ain't nothing to sneeze at either. Yes, you can say I'm beyond stoked.

Well there you go. That's the big update. Stay tuned for more...I promise.

PS: If anyone needs a roommate in SF, holla at a twinkie.