The Window

Its amazing the vast differences between the views I've had since being in San Francisco. I started out in Bayview, aka the GHETTO, where living in the basement I had an awesome view of the underside of a porch along with the bars that kept me "safe" at night. Now, I live in SOMA near the AT&T Giants Ball Park, and have a typical city-scape view. My window is filled with tall sky scrapers where as before the tallest thing in my window was perhaps the cobwebs. I love being rescued.

An Unfamiliar Day

Birthdays this year have been a little bit different. There were no giant, poster-size, uber embarrassing photos hanging on the door. No major plans involving reservations for a party of 20. There was just David and myself. We spent the day walking miles around DC, hitting all the National Monuments. At the US Capital Building, David decided that it would be cool to go through this tunnel, which lead us to the door. A sign marked this door as 'Members and Staff Entrance Only.' David decided to get a better look, I wanted to capture the moment. We were immediately met by Secret Service. He then made me delete my picture and escorted us out of the tunnel. Luckily, no handcuffs were exchanged and we continued on around the city. When we got back to our hotel, David had a bottle of champagne and a piece of cake waiting for us. We went over to Dupont Circle for dinner at Melting Pot, where again David had a teddy bear and a balloon sitting at our table. Although it was not the familiar chaos of a birthday, it was quite possibly one of the best (undoubtedly the most romantic). 23 will be a great year for me.

Rendezvous

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. -Kahlil Gibran

Those birds

The pigeons are inescapable in this city. Rachel and I found one severely handicapped, one foot a lobster claw and the other had a large tumor, and couldn't help but laugh and take pictures. We may be going to hell. Afterwards, Rachel felt bad because we didn't help it, she mentioned perhaps replacing its one leg with a chicken foot.

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass

Bluegrass was a genre of music I associated with banjo's and necks that seem to be redder than usual, but dare I say, I thoroughly enjoyed myself at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, a free music festival held in Golden Gate Park a few weeks ago. With the friends and family pass, we got to avoid the crowds and get good seats (and by that I mean open spots on the ground) while being right offstage. Nick Lowe performed 'Cruel to be kind,' which wound up being the only song I recognized all day, but I loved it. I was also fairly entertained by the older woman who danced around in her light blue dress, bare feet, and a paper umbrella. The weather was perfect and just a great time spent outdoors in the park.

Castro Street Fair

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? -Alice in Wonderland