Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I guess I'm a little late on this post. But that's how it is all the time after a trip. I'm just so tired and I usually have work right after trips.
I even worked today. Today was kind of a crappy, crazy and awkward day. One detail I left out about the bar that Sam took me to was that this guy was trying to get all up on me while I was really messed up. Taking advantage is the term, and I really pushed him hard against the wall while he was "trying" to feel up on me and kinda stormed off.
Well, he came to the casino and played at my table. At first I didn't know who this guy was, he didn't look all spiffed up like he was at the bar. Then after a couple of hands of blackjack, he started talking and his voice was a little familiar so I just kept talking and talking to him to kind of pick up on how I knew his voice. Suddenly he told me " Thursday was fun, you shouldn't have ran away so quickly." I was shocked and I just gave him my fake little laugh, but on the inside I was so nervous. He followed me all around the tables. I didn't want to get rid of him because he was making my day. I think I made about a hundred or more off him alone. I just hope this isn't a quid pro quo situation with money because he isn't getting any where with that but paying for my rent!
Any way,
San Francisco.
Well, the group was Marisol, Ruth, Justin and Me.
We left at around 7 in the morning and the ride was pretty smooth. We got to the hotel at around 10 and we checked in. Then after that we went to San Fran, we got a little lost on the way, and we ended up meeting with our friend Marcos and his boyfriend Dave. We hung out with them and we hung out in the Castro. The gay mecca of San Fran. The Castro was so great. So liberating. It's like the perfect place to be yourself. You have gays, lesbians and straight couples holding hands, walking together and just enjoying the stroll. The street performers are just so awesome and the shops, well, some were a little too much on the adult side, but I love seeing things like that so open and uncensored for some reason. I feel like there's an adrenaline rush from seeing taboo. And of course they have the best clothing shops and what not. It's the gay community, gotta have the best in fashion.
The reason why I didn't want to get too much into detail about our activities in San Fran because it really didn't mean much to me. This was their first time, and maybe to them it was memorable, but to me, we kind of wasted time. We didn't even eat anything that great. Or take great pictures with things like I intended. Although, of course I took the best pictures because I made an effort to.
When I say we wasted time, I mean they wasted time asking eachother what to do next. What we want to see, what we want to eat. Every decision was a fifteen minute to 20 minute dilemma and I really couldn't stand they're indecisiveness. I mean I kept interjecting Ideas, although, they were just so indecisive. If I were them I would have been okay with what ever since I don't know anything. But they were just so closed minded to things that they were getting on my nerves. How do you go on a road trip some where far and be closed minded??? We ate at a fricken hamburger joint for dinner for christs sake.
I really felt like an adult chaperoning kids. I mean, driving with them in the car was the worst thing in the world for me. Maybe I just got too used to driving with Charlene, but When we drive together, we observe the road and we navigate really well and just pay attention to everything. But this group of people I was with was just plain clueless.
They don't pay attention to things, and they get all sarcastic when I miss an exit on accident. I don't understand why you would talk shit if you're the one not watching the road. And the worst part of all is that I tell them to watch for these things and they still don't look out.
I'm trying to keep everyone alive by dodging traffic, the least they could have done is look out for the turn for me.
And these kids really don't understand time management. They really like to stand there and waste time. We almost didn't make it home in time for Ruth to go to work because they took so long looking around at stuff when i told them it's time to leave.
What pissed me off the most is how they were arguing about who would sit in the front with me because they didn't want to pay attention, they even said it that way. I think I was the only one who enjoyed the ride over. Even if I was the one driving, I was the one paying attention to billboards, buildings, the san fran skyline and everything. I bet if I didn't say anything the kids wouldn't even notice anything. They were lame. just plain lame.
Another thing that really pissed me off is how they don't know anything about car safety. Marisol fricken put loose change on dashboard. That really pissed me off because first, it doesn't go there, secondly, it's a hazard. And she kept putting her feet up on the dash which pissed me off.
And Ruth and Justin kept making weird noises in the back even after I specifically told them not to mess around like that because when there's a noise in the car, I look around for something that goes wrong. They were really just inconsiderate little brats.
Yeah so that was the trip. just me bitching the whole way.
I was really emotional because I remembered all the times back when I lived in San Jose. I even cried a little on the way home while they were sleeping because I don't know. I never felt so alone in such a while. I was just reflecting on things, and how happy everyone was in the Castro and how free people were. I want to be free like that. I want to be able to walk around with my head high and just F---- everything. That's what made me feel so alone. No one in the car understood me at that moment. No one understood me the whole trip.
But that's that. I'm going back to San Fran with Charlene in a few days so she gets a taste of it too. But we will make this trip better.
I even worked today. Today was kind of a crappy, crazy and awkward day. One detail I left out about the bar that Sam took me to was that this guy was trying to get all up on me while I was really messed up. Taking advantage is the term, and I really pushed him hard against the wall while he was "trying" to feel up on me and kinda stormed off.
Well, he came to the casino and played at my table. At first I didn't know who this guy was, he didn't look all spiffed up like he was at the bar. Then after a couple of hands of blackjack, he started talking and his voice was a little familiar so I just kept talking and talking to him to kind of pick up on how I knew his voice. Suddenly he told me " Thursday was fun, you shouldn't have ran away so quickly." I was shocked and I just gave him my fake little laugh, but on the inside I was so nervous. He followed me all around the tables. I didn't want to get rid of him because he was making my day. I think I made about a hundred or more off him alone. I just hope this isn't a quid pro quo situation with money because he isn't getting any where with that but paying for my rent!
Any way,
San Francisco.
Well, the group was Marisol, Ruth, Justin and Me.
We left at around 7 in the morning and the ride was pretty smooth. We got to the hotel at around 10 and we checked in. Then after that we went to San Fran, we got a little lost on the way, and we ended up meeting with our friend Marcos and his boyfriend Dave. We hung out with them and we hung out in the Castro. The gay mecca of San Fran. The Castro was so great. So liberating. It's like the perfect place to be yourself. You have gays, lesbians and straight couples holding hands, walking together and just enjoying the stroll. The street performers are just so awesome and the shops, well, some were a little too much on the adult side, but I love seeing things like that so open and uncensored for some reason. I feel like there's an adrenaline rush from seeing taboo. And of course they have the best clothing shops and what not. It's the gay community, gotta have the best in fashion.
The reason why I didn't want to get too much into detail about our activities in San Fran because it really didn't mean much to me. This was their first time, and maybe to them it was memorable, but to me, we kind of wasted time. We didn't even eat anything that great. Or take great pictures with things like I intended. Although, of course I took the best pictures because I made an effort to.
When I say we wasted time, I mean they wasted time asking eachother what to do next. What we want to see, what we want to eat. Every decision was a fifteen minute to 20 minute dilemma and I really couldn't stand they're indecisiveness. I mean I kept interjecting Ideas, although, they were just so indecisive. If I were them I would have been okay with what ever since I don't know anything. But they were just so closed minded to things that they were getting on my nerves. How do you go on a road trip some where far and be closed minded??? We ate at a fricken hamburger joint for dinner for christs sake.
I really felt like an adult chaperoning kids. I mean, driving with them in the car was the worst thing in the world for me. Maybe I just got too used to driving with Charlene, but When we drive together, we observe the road and we navigate really well and just pay attention to everything. But this group of people I was with was just plain clueless.
They don't pay attention to things, and they get all sarcastic when I miss an exit on accident. I don't understand why you would talk shit if you're the one not watching the road. And the worst part of all is that I tell them to watch for these things and they still don't look out.
I'm trying to keep everyone alive by dodging traffic, the least they could have done is look out for the turn for me.
And these kids really don't understand time management. They really like to stand there and waste time. We almost didn't make it home in time for Ruth to go to work because they took so long looking around at stuff when i told them it's time to leave.
What pissed me off the most is how they were arguing about who would sit in the front with me because they didn't want to pay attention, they even said it that way. I think I was the only one who enjoyed the ride over. Even if I was the one driving, I was the one paying attention to billboards, buildings, the san fran skyline and everything. I bet if I didn't say anything the kids wouldn't even notice anything. They were lame. just plain lame.
Another thing that really pissed me off is how they don't know anything about car safety. Marisol fricken put loose change on dashboard. That really pissed me off because first, it doesn't go there, secondly, it's a hazard. And she kept putting her feet up on the dash which pissed me off.
And Ruth and Justin kept making weird noises in the back even after I specifically told them not to mess around like that because when there's a noise in the car, I look around for something that goes wrong. They were really just inconsiderate little brats.
Yeah so that was the trip. just me bitching the whole way.
I was really emotional because I remembered all the times back when I lived in San Jose. I even cried a little on the way home while they were sleeping because I don't know. I never felt so alone in such a while. I was just reflecting on things, and how happy everyone was in the Castro and how free people were. I want to be free like that. I want to be able to walk around with my head high and just F---- everything. That's what made me feel so alone. No one in the car understood me at that moment. No one understood me the whole trip.
But that's that. I'm going back to San Fran with Charlene in a few days so she gets a taste of it too. But we will make this trip better.
I think this trip was bad because of the company you had to keep (altho I think you know that). You don't have to cut these "kids" out of your life, but I don't recommend any more road trips with them as your primary companions. However, it might be a good idea for your personal well being to cut these "kids" out of MOST of your life, as far as primary friends go. They seem to be much further down the mature adult chain than you are, and you may as well end things now before it gets ugly. Good luck, and no more impaired driving, okay? You seem like too nice of a guy to become a statistic.
Oh Yeah, I totally agree. I don't think I really want to associate with these "kids" unless they have something organized. They were really immature about things and they didn't want to learn about anything.
I don't think I'll ever DUI ever again. that was really scary!