SFOD (The San Francisco Overdose)

The First Weekend

I've already caught a bit of loving static from someone for being online a lot today, but I've been running around for two weeks straight, even before my flight out, and I need a day of rest. Ernie should be home soon and we'll hit the town tonight, I'm sure.

Friday's flight in was cramped and sort of ridiculous. We were half an hour late taking off because they had to load a dog onto the plane and couldn't find a cage that was the right size. I had designated that my meal was to be ovo-lacto vegetarian, and they gave me:

• One (1) small round pita bread
• One (1) tiny tub of hummus
• Three (3) slices of tomato
• Two (2) strange bits of flavored tomato, sort of like sun-dried but sopping wet; tasty
• Leaves being passed off as a salad without salad dressing or other adornment
• Zero (0) anything for dessert

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I pried the pita open like a pocket, crammed a bunch of leaves and the flavored tomato bits into it, and dipped it in the hummus as I ate. Tasty but not filling at all.

I got to the airport, unsure of where Ernie would be, or if it would be his bf-unit Mike picking me up. I got my luggage, toddled around the airport looking for either of them, and eventually called Ernie's cell. He was driving around the lower ring looking for me, so I went out and a couple minutes later he was there. Here begin the good times.

Ernie received the first copy of Weirdersummer, the mix cd I put together for such deserving folks, and we listed to it while he told me about what was going on at his job and I bitched a bit about mine, interspersed with such eloquent comments on my part such as "Wow, pretty!" as I looked out the window. We got back to his and Paris' flat (which is very swank and with a lovely view from the balcony), and proceeded to watch the episode of The Weakest Link where Ernie was a contestant. Pure fucking comedy it was, Ernie has done us all proud.

I met Paris and his gf-unit Jen, and Mike too, and Mike and Ernie took me up Telegraph Ave. to see all the little hipster shops, UC-Berkeley's campus and to get a bite to eat. We dished and laughed at the "Drug Free Zone" sign and the students trying desperately to revive the punk movement while listening to No Doubt. Later I caught up on email and everyone and their mom started chatting me up on AIM. I feel wanted.

Saturday, as was pointed out, I spent Saturday with some crazy NERO folks and had a fucking ball. They're some great people out there. (Note to the nay-sayers leaving comments with Ernie: There's one reason, above all others, to participate in such games, weird or not... sexy, sexy geekboys and geekgirls in Renaissance drag. Mrow!) Also, while hanging with them at the park in Los Gatos, I was going to sing them a song from the musical "Co-Ed Prison Sluts" that used to show at the now-closed Annoyance Theatre in Chicago, but got shushed because of the children nearby.

Teaching Alice to swear

Sunday I went back out to hang with some of said folks again, and though it lasted much longer than I had hoped, I still had a good time. I was near falling asleep at some points, though, as my lack of sleep caught up with me. We had a nice sushi dinner afterwards, and I ended up hanging out back at Ernie & Paris', falling asleep as Ernie and I watched the recorded Survivor finale.

Strangely, I've spent more time in Oakland and San Jose than I have in San Francisco. This needs to change.

So far, the people are nice, but there's this big impromptu drive to get me to move out here. More on that later. I still remain undecided, and I need to catch a shower before Ernie gets back so we can hit up Casey and maybe grab dinner. I should also give Halsted a call, too.

Posted by Jason at May 12, 2003 06:26 PM