My friend used to live in Marin. Dumb ass? Yes, I know, thats what I was thinking. Anyways, she finally got her brain in check and moved into the city. In only one of the best places as well. She's in Noe Valley. Id like to think shes in the mish mish because she lives on my same street. 24th holla! But she is a minor step up (biatch. yeah i said it). Only, and only because she doesn't get the loud crack heads yelling at 5am on Sunday mornings. Instead she get's babies, and dogs, and strollers, and the J, and a longer walk to BART.
Well the little missy with the more "adultish" apartemento (which is above a Starbucks. Its no homelessman from Muddys, but whatever) also wounded up with a hermit of a roommate. Hermit is an understatement. Shes more of a turtle that hasn't popped her head out of her shell in more than 3 years. Is that considered a hermit? Anyhoo, my friend began describing her roommate over a pile of cough drops and breaded deep friend ravioli. Yeah. You read me right. We both had difficulty deciding whether we liked the cheese or beef filled ones better. The conversation could really only happen in a place like this. Haystack Pizza in Noe. Wow. Did we suddenly get transported Nebraska? For some reason I feel like the Ricolla's were perfectly at home within the green fields and mountain goats. Sitting next to us was a comedians dream. That is if the comedian doesn't give a rats ass about political correctness. That's as much as I'm going to say about that.
Some of the highlights of this conversation include:
"Out of the 12 work days I have lived there, she has taken 4 days off of work."
"She doesn't have any friends in the city."
- come on, thats a little harsh. how do you know?
"She told me."
"On our way to IKEA she said she used to yell a lot. I asked her if she is angry now. She said no. She learned how to control it. I asked her how. She said she lost all her friends."
"She goes straight from work, to the tv, and back to work. She likes to watch ghost whisperers."
"I told her I was hanging out at Dolores park. She said she heard that place was nice."
"She was having some friends over and said that there wasn't much to do here (she meant noe) so I asked, When people say The Mission, what exactly do they mean?"
- WHAT?!
"Yeah, you heard me. So I told her where it was, and that it might be a fun walk. Well she turned left instead of right. Bad mistake."
This dinner was probably one of the best I have had in awhile. And it has nothing to do with the homeless man we gave a dollar because he laughed at our patheticness. Is that all it takes to make a buck these days? We're suckers.