So I’m sitting in SFO thinking about the weekend I just spent in San Fran/Oakland, and I’m trying to consolidate my thoughts.
Here are a few.
My first experience here in San Fran was riding something called BART. Which as we all know, rhymes with FART…just saying. Anyways, my mind instantly went to BART Simpson and never felt safe while on this tricky transportation system. Also, the system had soft, cushion seats, and I couldn’t help but think about how all the homeless people in NYC would love to have seats like that on our subway.
Hipsters. Everywhere. Seriously. Within an hour I had received 3 free hugs, a piggy back ride on a skateboard, an offer to go biking through the Castro, and overheard a conversation about how awesome Portland is.
One interesting facade of San Fran is how nice everyone is. Seriously. People just kept smiling at me. I mean probably because they’d never seen such great hair, but I think partly because they were just nice people…missing Portland.
Honestly I don’t get what is so great about Portland. Is there free money there? Large affordable housing? The sorcerer’s stone? I mean I checked the weather there, it’s not that great. It rains a lot. And who wants to be around a bunch of wet hipsters? Not I said the lame guy, not I.
Back to San Fran/Oakland (Which is where my friend lives. I know what you’re thinking. She lives in OAKLAND! Did you have to wear a bullet proof vest? Or use an Iron umbrella to protect yourself from the raining fire? Actually, it was pretty nice. I KNOW! Shocking stuff. Anyways.)
San Fran was great, but, I’m glad to be beaded back to the cold, harsh New York City…soooo happy. Not sad at all to be leaving a place where there is permanent sweater weather. Not. at. all.
On a side note, if anyone knows of any cheap apartments in San Francisco/Nice Oakland, let me know…I have a…a…friend who might be interested.