The Rhythm of the Night
Saturday, LG came into the City and we barhopped a bit through the ‘Stro, then segued to the Haight where he hopes to move one day soon. As long as he can keep his relationship with MJ civil, I see this as a positive thing. Plus it means we could do lunch during weekdays.
Then yesterday, the fortuitous day off for Veteran’s Day, I awoke at the crack of the crack, walked all the way up to Parnassus Heights, and got my grocery shopping and laundry done. Then I treated myself to a ghetto mojito (vodka, 7-up, and a twist of lime) when I got home for getting so much done. It’s good exercise taking these power walks up the giant hills of SF, but it’s also somewhat depressing seeing all the beautiful homes in such posh locales. There was even a place for rent, and I could see through the front window to this breathtaking view of the City from the living room. Of course, it would also be a bone breaking trek trying to haul groceries or just getting home if I lived in such a place.
I miss going out to dinner. Not that I used to do it all that much, but I feel like I rarely if ever do it now. And it’s nice to have someone else feed you and clean up after you, ya know?
I don’t know how I thought I was getting along just fine with 400 texts a month on my plan. Then I got my most recent bill, and discovered $39 in overage charges. It has since been changed to 1400 a month for only $5 more.
