So I’m visiting a friend in San Francisco this weekend, and well, I’m not sure what to expect.
I’ve never been to the west coast before, and from what I hear, the west coast is the best coast. But I think I’ll be the judge of that.
As I wait to pack until the last minute, I can’t help but imagine what I’ll see when I get off my Jet Blue airplane.
Will I see a bunch of hipsters sharing a joint and a skateboard talking about how great Portland is?
Or will I see the Occupy Oakland people planning to march across the Golden Gate Bridge, but do to a lack of leadership and a strong unified voice they just end up fighting each other and setting day old newspapers on fire.
Or will I see a strange family with three grown men trying and failing and then ultimately succeeding to raise three young girls, the youngest often having day dreams where there are two of her? (Do you know what I just referred too? Do ya? It was a Full House joke. You know that show about three grown men trying and failing and then ultimately succeeding to raise three young girls. Yea, that one.)
Honestly I don’t see how San Francisco can be better than NYC. So what if our Occupy Wall Street fizzled out. So what if our highs aren’t in the 60s. So what if we’re on the east coast.
At least we keep all of our hipsters congregated in Brooklyn around that taco truck.