Extraordinaire Francisco

__2004-10-21 @ 2:56 p.m._______ ahh, having thursday afternoon off. It's quite nice...although I have to go to work in two hours, it's nice to not have to wake up in the morning to trek into the city. Yesterday, I worked all day and then met up with my friend Greg to do a little jamming at his rehearsal space in the tenderloin district (as they call it). The fucking space they have is pretty rad (I'm not sure where this whole rad thing is coming from) and we jammed a little on drums and guitar. It was really fun, although a little nerve wrecking to come into a room and play with someone without any songs or any idea of what we wanted to do. Greg said that as a person, I'm hard to read...that he's never sure if I'm cool with what's going on around me or if I'm distracted or if I'm sad or just content. I was like "I'm sorry, I guess I'll try to be a little more candid...I guess, I'm just like this when I first meet people and it takes me awhile to warm up and let loose with new friends...or just get me really really drunk and I'll tell you everything you want ta know." In the following moments, I wanted to transport JP, Nick, Chris, Kathryn, Matt, Tim, Adam, and everyone else I've ever played music with and put them in this practice space with their gear and pretend like the space was ours...practice with the bands and then go nuts on the city like we would if we all shared a space and lived here. But instead, Greg and I duked out our influences and found some fun middle ground. I liked what we did, and it was fun. But I miss what we were doing or where we were heading in Nolan. Afterwards, we went to a bar called "Hollywood," and watched the fucking BoSox fucking rip into the silly Yankees. One thing about Greg, he loves baseball about as much as I do so we riffed about that shit for quite awhile. We kept talking about the kind of band we wanted to go for if we were to start one (which I have to say here, starting a band is like starting to date another person and it's so ridiculous- it really is...I can't imagine what trying out for bands would be like- like clubbing or a bar ho?) in which we passed some shady dude who decided to tell me that I was a "white bitch," and that he would "kill my mother," as he was laying on the ground trying to get some sleep. Greg was like "looks like you made a friend there." We laughed about that for awhile. The city is safe, for the most part, at night. One distinction I have made from other cities is that there are sections of San Fran that just smell like pot all the time because people smoke pot on the streets all the time. It's fucking strange. I don't mind, it's just like "oh, oh, ok, I guess I'll get a second hand high...that's fine I guess." Greg (who by this point I guess is the tourguide extraordinaire) says that the area I'm around all the time is well known for the pot smell, so maybe its just this area that has the pot aura. But I'm certain that other areas smell the same. Does it matter? Probably not, but it was just funny watching people smoke pot in the streets and not care- just kind of shocking at first. << | >>