Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Sweet Offerings

A few little things before bed...
The other day I was coming home from school and I was having a rough mid-semester breakdown sorta day. And so I put my head down and stormed home. Right before I hit Jones (my street) a man says to me: "where you going, baby? Let me take you home with me, I'll take care of you." Will you?? It took everything inside of me not to be like: you can't even take care of yourself!!! But I just kept walking.
Then today some other homeless man asked if I needed a ride somewhere and that he'd drive me anywhere I needed to go...in what car, I wonder. I love how they all make me these offers like they can follow through with them. At least they think positively. Unlike the lady that called Allie "ankle piranha". So rude. But sorta true. :/
I don't know if I've mentioned how wonderful the people in the building next to me are - but they are just really great. I absolutely love how they throw their trash into the easement and now raccoons have taken up residence there. It's a raccoon heaven back there. So unsanitary. And they BLAST music 24/7. I finally filed a noise complaint with the police and it was quiet for a solid week. Then back on last night extremely loud. It's shockingly quiet now so I should try to fall asleep while I have the chance!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

WIND

Umm....why is it SO windy here? Like crazy gusts of wind that come whipping down the streets. I'm really not used to it...And I went to a show at the Fillmore (amazing show and venue) on Monday night. And the air was on and it was even windy in there! Seriously, it's everywhere. They love wind up here, I guess. How on earth do they all keep their hair looking good. Cause by the time I got home today I had total Monica-hair. (You know, in FRIENDS when they go to Barbados...look it up.)
Yesterday, I was told by some woman walking with some man that I didn't look like I belonged on this street...uh, what gave it away? The fact that I showered, was in clean clothes, wasn't smoking crystal...who knows. I'd say I fit right in.
Here's a quality story from Saturday. It was St. Patrick's day ("St. Party's day" as my phone said, but also was accurate.) My friend, Laura from college was visiting for the weekend and we started our day at 3pm in the sideways rain, cause of the wind the umbrella didn't matter. We get to a pub down the street and hang out there for a bit and then moved onto another bar closer to my house. And we met up with some other college friends and some of their friends there. I was in communication with a new friend from school, Natasha, and trying to get her to come out with us. She finally finished her work and agreed. I told her we were at Jenson's on O'Farrell and Jones. I tell her out loud and via text. We're about to leave and I can't figure out why she can't find the place, I give great directions...yep, they would have been great if they were right at all. Jasper's. Mason and O'Farrell. I'm awesome. But she made it and we had a great time! And on Monday morning I was still a mess of a human being. That's how you know it was a good st.party's day.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Quick Note

This was a very interesting morning. Three things happened within 30 minutes of me getting out of bed.
1. A very large toothless, homeless, black man asked if he could take me to lunch today. We then headed over to the soup kitchen to enjoy a lovely meal together...um, no. Where would he really have taken me, I wonder?? I'm sure he could have thought I was homeless as I was wearing plaid teal rain boots, navy Padres sweatpants, a brown hoodie with the hood up cause it was raining, my hair was a mess, and no make-up. So pretty much lookin' my best.
2. As this was happening some woman bent down to pet Allie and she started barking. And the woman stands up and says, "Oh, I must still have coke on my hand."
3. Then I was walking back and some man started yelling at me asking for money and I said no and he just kept yelling. "Luckily" the man who asked me to lunch was still walking with me and yelling man walked off.
Hopefully, I don't run into any of them again.
The other night was beautiful, I took a picture:

Sunday, March 11, 2012

20/20

Let me start by asking this question: How on Earth did the man on the street watch 20/20 last night?? For reals. He says to me, "Did you see 20/20 last night?" Ummm, no. "Oh, it was about rich people and their dogs and how they dye their fur and stuff. Really interesting."
Was it? Really? How did YOU watch it?? Anyway, it's currently on on my iPad...Thanks ABC app.
As usual, interesting things happen when I go out with Elyse. We were in the Mission district last night and were walking from 24th street to 18th street to go from the restaurant to a bar and some guy sitting outside his garage around 19th says, "I just saw you on 24th - you walk fast." Creepyyy. Not really sure what he was expecting to get from that comment.
Some more interesting comments / conversations from the street:
1. *woman practically running* Yelling: You can talk to me if you can keep up with me.
Man: I'm 68 years old - you think I'm gonna run up this street to keep up with you? There's no way! Screw you!
2. Man (with his fingers in the shape of a gun pointed at little Allie girl): I'll throw you in the street.
3. Woman telling me Allie would put Toto to shame. She absolutely LOVED Allie.

BTW - these people on 20/20 are legit crazy when it comes to their dogs. And now this dude about his lizard - he changed his name.