It started w/ a lay over in Charlottesville, NC. The hour and a half spent in the airport sports bar, that served delicous chicken strips and fries, made me realize that I still, live in a bubble. I thought I had left the bubble when I moved out of the Northwest and my small white middle class town. I did leave that bubble, but I defenitly entered a new one. A bubble of diversity, and acceptance (for the most part), and creativity, and advancement. Walking out of the tunnel I immediatly felt like a fish out of water. I forgot how "easy" SF is. And, how much I love it.
There was amazing weather in DC and NY. It made a great weekend for a wedding. A wedding that had a holier than thou preist (who was also possibly on crack), an after party at a local pub complete w/ a kick ass cover band, and one handsome groomsman who wouldn't stop buying me drinks. W/ a gentelman like that who would refuse?! The rest of our time on the East Coast was good and different. The queer scene in DC is something of a mystery. Sure I didn't experience for long, and yes should give it more of a chance, but, I am happy to be home. DC was clean though, which was nice. NY was loud and crowded (like every time I visit). I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive a week there on my own. Thank God Cathy was there to feed us and home us. If I did live there I would live in Greenwich Village. It's beautiful and has AWESOME restaurants (check it). That is of course assuming I can afford to live in Greenwich. Which, let's face it. Will probably never happen. One thing I will say about the East Coast is that all the trees remind me of back home (ahh moment), and the transit systems are soooo much better. Which begs the question, why in the world does Bart have cloth seats?
I learned many things on this trip. I learned that a good porty potty is underrated. People who sing (loudly) and don't know the words bug me. This is especially annoying to old classic songs, and anything from the Beatles (sure sometimes I am guilty of this, so please next time, tell me to shut up). Double features in movie theatres should be nothing but normal. Paying $10 for 2 hours of entertainment is a rip off (nevermind ive easily paid triple that at a bar on Fri night). I would much rather be naked on a normal beach than naked on a nude beach. Hey old man, just because you have sunglasses on doesn't mean I can't see you starring at me.
San Diego pretty much had really shitty weather, but the rental car and deal of a hotel made up for it. It was the smallest car I have ever driven, and it was the only hotel I stayed in that didn't have housemaid service in the duration of my stay. The enormous billboard we passed everyday driving into our hotel was the absolute highlight though. "Catholic Church for Homosexuals". I'm not sure why I didn't take a picture. The one sunny day we did spend at the beach and now, my nipples are on fire.
I forgot to mention we saw Avenue Q while in NY. That's some funny stuff. Who knew puppets could be so entertaining.
In conclusion, I'm glad to be home. Half way through when I realized I could barely relax because I kept thinking about work, it surprised me. I freaked out at first b/c I wondered if I'd ever be able to be on vacation and fully relax like one is supposed to. But in the end it made me happy. It means I like my job, and my life so much right now, that I didn't want to forget it or walk away from it. I wanted to jump right back in and do it. So, here we go....