Put on your Sunday clothes, there’s lots of world out there
After a deplorably sedentary weekend and boosted by an after work Vivarin, I took a late night stroll through downtown last night. I used to take them all the time when I first moved to Nob Hill. You don’t really appreciate the nuances and details of downtown when you’re worried about catching a bus back to where you live, or dreading the hour plus commute home. So, I walked down Market, past two offices at which I’d interviewed when I’d first moved to SF. Whenever I pass by those places, I always hope that they’ve folded or closed or burned down because they didn’t hire me. This one place, at which I gave what I thought was a great interview, actually sent me a rather smarmy letter declining my hire. I think their building is vacant now, which puts me at peace. I also walked by this pastry shop that doubled (or doubles) as a club downstairs. It was called Romper Room (Hello? How ’90s raver kid can you be?), and it was a new club I went to one night after Universe, stumbling up towards Market three sheets to the wind. I ended up going home, drunk goggles firmly attached, with this rather gory guy. I passed by the street where Learn It! is, one of the few dot-com survivors that teaches people Excel, Acrobat, Access, etc., where our department once spent the day doing an Excel training (although I daresay having lunch downtown was more informative and fun). I went to they Hyatt because I had to pee, and didn’t realize they have this whole arboretum level that looks like heaven. I felt like a criminal trying to find a place to poo, and swore they would kick me out any minute, but made it in and out in due time. I passed by the Transbay Terminal, which reminded me of my days living on that godawful Treasure Island. I would end my cracked out nights at the End Up around 4:00, wait around in the dead still night for the late night bus to come, and hightail it home. I went by Mel’s Diner, where I once ate after seeing "Heartbreakers" with my trick at the time in 2000. And where J. Co and I dined after seeing "Dreamgirls" in 2005. And there’s a reason I’ve only ever eaten there twice. And then I passed by this guy I’ve had this crush on for a few years near Westfield Shopping Center, and he looked at me. I’m not sure it was all that great of a look since I’d a) been without night firming creme lotion for a week, and was probably lookin’ a bit shook b) had run out of the good daytime creme because the Body Shop temporarily recalled it c) wasn’t wearing any self-tanner; and d) had run out of hair gel, and must have looked wind-torn and misbegotten He probably thought, What a shame! But what the hay. Not like I stand a chance with him in a million anyway. Happy 3-dayer, folks! Can’t wait ’til it’s friggin here.
