Day 13
*Visit at the SF MOMA. Huge line in which everyone seems to speak French. I trade feelings and impressions with this French couple who also did the whole SW trip thing, including the Canyon visit and the drive up the coast. They are also put off by the price of everything in SF, and these Frenchmen have the advantage of a hugely strong currency. Frisco, you piece of fukk.
*I'm wearing my Chicago Blackhawks Winter Classic t-shirt today and it draws a ton of attention. Two people will come up to me and ask which sports team this is.
Young black security guard in the Museum asks me if it IS a sports team. Frisco, you piece of fukk.
*Great exhibits at the museum, one which is all portraits shot by Richard Avedon. Have no idea who the guy is but I recognize several of his photos - Mr. Avedon's been quite busy over the last 50+ years. My favorite is this Charlie Chaplin entitled "Charles Chaplin leaving America"... I got it on a postcard that I will inevitably end up throwing away:
*I come across a couple of paintings that make for nice additions to the very underrated Private Zone Surrealism Thread. You Beotians and unwashed masses need to visit the thread at some point.
*Talk to these 2 tall German chicks at this small pizza-by-the-slice place. Focus on the blonde - her friend doesn't speak any English. Not unattractive at all, although the appeal is mostly with her height - think softer version of Maria Sharapova.
*Her English is miserable and she never learned French (many Germans do for obvious proximity reasons), so she uses a lot of confusing hand gestures to explain to me that she just got here with a group of students and they're leaving town the next morning. She would love to go for a walk around the area and/or drinks that evening and she takes down my number.
*I don't care what y'all be thinkin', this is already quite the accomplishment for ol' Matty.
Will she call? Seems doubtful, she's super shy and she seems stuck with her friend.
*Back to my room with a bottle of Ouzo (thanks to smitch for pointing out that there is a proper liquor store right next to my hotel). Need to settle down while waiting for Alexia's call. Couple of shots.
*By 9pm, I figure she's not going to call.
*Call to RogueScholar to set up the next day's meeting before we go to Alcatraz. Scholar and I get along great so I'm looking forward to meeting the guy, but I won't lie and say there's not a certain uneasiness because of Scholar's all-encompassing attraction to the human kind.
*Still, everything's gonna be fine, and it's not like we're gonna have to share a bed that night or anything crazy like that.
*We decide to go to some bar tonight to break the ice.
*Meet RogueScholar near his hotel since he's too buzzed to drive. Guy is manlier than me, hahaha. Imposing stature and deep voice.
*We trade notes about SBR and gossip the shit out of everyone of y'all. We're taking no prisoners.
*Stop drinking after 2 beers so I can safely drive back to my hotel. We go back to the car and keep on gossipping. Man, these SBR Points. E-business culture. Laughable.
*Starting not to feel too well. The hell? Two beers, one special herbal cigarette and a couple shots of Ouzo that are already long gone? Wait, was that really only a couple of shots? The mixture is now kicking in like a mule.
*Next thing I know, I'm resting my head against a trash bin while the world seems to spin at great speed around me. Scholar asks if I'm okay. I'm great man.
*Back to Scholar's room so I can barf my guts out and crash on his only bed. I wake up intact and fully clothed - yes! I'm still a Frisco virgin.
*S'nice to meet you, Scholar.
To be continued
*Visit at the SF MOMA. Huge line in which everyone seems to speak French. I trade feelings and impressions with this French couple who also did the whole SW trip thing, including the Canyon visit and the drive up the coast. They are also put off by the price of everything in SF, and these Frenchmen have the advantage of a hugely strong currency. Frisco, you piece of fukk.
*I'm wearing my Chicago Blackhawks Winter Classic t-shirt today and it draws a ton of attention. Two people will come up to me and ask which sports team this is.
Young black security guard in the Museum asks me if it IS a sports team. Frisco, you piece of fukk.*Great exhibits at the museum, one which is all portraits shot by Richard Avedon. Have no idea who the guy is but I recognize several of his photos - Mr. Avedon's been quite busy over the last 50+ years. My favorite is this Charlie Chaplin entitled "Charles Chaplin leaving America"... I got it on a postcard that I will inevitably end up throwing away:
*I come across a couple of paintings that make for nice additions to the very underrated Private Zone Surrealism Thread. You Beotians and unwashed masses need to visit the thread at some point.
*Talk to these 2 tall German chicks at this small pizza-by-the-slice place. Focus on the blonde - her friend doesn't speak any English. Not unattractive at all, although the appeal is mostly with her height - think softer version of Maria Sharapova.
*Her English is miserable and she never learned French (many Germans do for obvious proximity reasons), so she uses a lot of confusing hand gestures to explain to me that she just got here with a group of students and they're leaving town the next morning. She would love to go for a walk around the area and/or drinks that evening and she takes down my number.
*I don't care what y'all be thinkin', this is already quite the accomplishment for ol' Matty.
Will she call? Seems doubtful, she's super shy and she seems stuck with her friend. *Back to my room with a bottle of Ouzo (thanks to smitch for pointing out that there is a proper liquor store right next to my hotel). Need to settle down while waiting for Alexia's call. Couple of shots.
*By 9pm, I figure she's not going to call.
*Call to RogueScholar to set up the next day's meeting before we go to Alcatraz. Scholar and I get along great so I'm looking forward to meeting the guy, but I won't lie and say there's not a certain uneasiness because of Scholar's all-encompassing attraction to the human kind.
*Still, everything's gonna be fine, and it's not like we're gonna have to share a bed that night or anything crazy like that.
*We decide to go to some bar tonight to break the ice.
*Meet RogueScholar near his hotel since he's too buzzed to drive. Guy is manlier than me, hahaha. Imposing stature and deep voice.
*We trade notes about SBR and gossip the shit out of everyone of y'all. We're taking no prisoners.
*Stop drinking after 2 beers so I can safely drive back to my hotel. We go back to the car and keep on gossipping. Man, these SBR Points. E-business culture. Laughable.
*Starting not to feel too well. The hell? Two beers, one special herbal cigarette and a couple shots of Ouzo that are already long gone? Wait, was that really only a couple of shots? The mixture is now kicking in like a mule.
*Next thing I know, I'm resting my head against a trash bin while the world seems to spin at great speed around me. Scholar asks if I'm okay. I'm great man.
*Back to Scholar's room so I can barf my guts out and crash on his only bed. I wake up intact and fully clothed - yes! I'm still a Frisco virgin.
*S'nice to meet you, Scholar.
To be continued
