BACK TO THE BAY
It's nearly a tradition now - everytime I visit the Bay Area, I always end up seeing my old coworker and friend Keyvan. Keyvan is connected to me in various ways. First, I hired him when I used to work for a media company called Mediasmith. Then Shirley, the sister I never had, ended up hooking up with him and being his girlfriend.
As my friend Samuel would say, "it's 'party all the time' Keyvan." Other than work, I don't think I've ever been with Keyvan outside of a party scene. Shirley, if you are reading this, maybe you can post a comment (that I will then re-post) of your description of him. Let's just say, the guy has the most incredible energy - I don't think Viagra will ever mean anything to him.
After asking my brother Paul if I could borrow his car ("do I have a choice?"), I drove off to the City (which is what Bay Area locals call San Francisco) from San Jose. I haven't lived in the Bay for about two years and during that time, I realized I had forgotten the different freeways. So rather than taking the 880, I ended up on the 101 and on the wrong side of the bay. I used the Dumbarton bridge to get back on the right side of the bay since I had to pick-up my friend Shirley who lives in Emeryville. Then, I got lost again and ended up on the Bay bridge paying a $3 toll to get into the city.
If you ever visit the Bay, be sure to stop by Treasure Island for its spectacular view of the City. There's no other view like it except maybe from Alcatraz Island, but you have to pay to see that view. Treasure Island offers a free view though you have to hope that parking is available. Remarkably, people even live on Treasure Island after some of the barracks were opened up to the public.
Nevertheless, I finally arrived in Emeryville. Seeing Shirley is always such a breath of fresh air. I don't know who she got her curious nature from, but she's the kind of person you can shoot the shit with for a long time and not get bored with the variety of subjects you cover. She's both intellectual and non-pretentious. While we waited for our friend Romie to arrive, we discussed movies since we are both movie-buffs and Netflix members. We both have a love for food and she shared a marvelous book called, "What the World Eats". I told her that if I had a coffee table, it would definitely be part of the rotation.
After blowin' some trees, Romie finally arrived and I immediately gave him shit. I told him that I know he's an old mother fucker, and if he wasn't such a good friend, I wouldn't have made him feel bad and forced him out this way. Romie lives in Vallejo which is about an hours drive from the City. I can't say much about Vallejo except that there are a lot of Filipinos that live there and so does rapper E40. The other thing is that it's pretty close to the Gold Club which is near Sacramento. More on the Gold Club some other day.
We headed into the City near Taylor and Geary and checked-out Swig, a posh little bar inside the Tenderloin, one of the seediest parts of the City. I had my "out of town goggles" on full blast. The OOT goggles is different from beer goggles because you don't need to be drunk for the goggle effects to take place. Instead, you just have to be a visitor from another city. The first thought that any male always has when visiting a new city is that the girls are so hot he should move there. However, since I lived in the Bay for quite a few years, I knew the effect would soon wear off. The hot Filipina with blond hair didn't look so good anymore and the white club chicks started to look plain.
Of course, Keyvan and his girlfriend Carolina were at the bar ordering drinks. I slid up beside them and said, "excuse me but can I order a drink?" I love surprising people - it always brings a smile to my face. I love to see my friends' eyes bulge out and then notice that quick second of confusion in their face. Then, they recognize you and they can not help but smile. I guess in many ways, we're always looking for acceptance.
It's nearly a tradition now - everytime I visit the Bay Area, I always end up seeing my old coworker and friend Keyvan. Keyvan is connected to me in various ways. First, I hired him when I used to work for a media company called Mediasmith. Then Shirley, the sister I never had, ended up hooking up with him and being his girlfriend.
As my friend Samuel would say, "it's 'party all the time' Keyvan." Other than work, I don't think I've ever been with Keyvan outside of a party scene. Shirley, if you are reading this, maybe you can post a comment (that I will then re-post) of your description of him. Let's just say, the guy has the most incredible energy - I don't think Viagra will ever mean anything to him.
After asking my brother Paul if I could borrow his car ("do I have a choice?"), I drove off to the City (which is what Bay Area locals call San Francisco) from San Jose. I haven't lived in the Bay for about two years and during that time, I realized I had forgotten the different freeways. So rather than taking the 880, I ended up on the 101 and on the wrong side of the bay. I used the Dumbarton bridge to get back on the right side of the bay since I had to pick-up my friend Shirley who lives in Emeryville. Then, I got lost again and ended up on the Bay bridge paying a $3 toll to get into the city.
If you ever visit the Bay, be sure to stop by Treasure Island for its spectacular view of the City. There's no other view like it except maybe from Alcatraz Island, but you have to pay to see that view. Treasure Island offers a free view though you have to hope that parking is available. Remarkably, people even live on Treasure Island after some of the barracks were opened up to the public.
Nevertheless, I finally arrived in Emeryville. Seeing Shirley is always such a breath of fresh air. I don't know who she got her curious nature from, but she's the kind of person you can shoot the shit with for a long time and not get bored with the variety of subjects you cover. She's both intellectual and non-pretentious. While we waited for our friend Romie to arrive, we discussed movies since we are both movie-buffs and Netflix members. We both have a love for food and she shared a marvelous book called, "What the World Eats". I told her that if I had a coffee table, it would definitely be part of the rotation.
After blowin' some trees, Romie finally arrived and I immediately gave him shit. I told him that I know he's an old mother fucker, and if he wasn't such a good friend, I wouldn't have made him feel bad and forced him out this way. Romie lives in Vallejo which is about an hours drive from the City. I can't say much about Vallejo except that there are a lot of Filipinos that live there and so does rapper E40. The other thing is that it's pretty close to the Gold Club which is near Sacramento. More on the Gold Club some other day.
We headed into the City near Taylor and Geary and checked-out Swig, a posh little bar inside the Tenderloin, one of the seediest parts of the City. I had my "out of town goggles" on full blast. The OOT goggles is different from beer goggles because you don't need to be drunk for the goggle effects to take place. Instead, you just have to be a visitor from another city. The first thought that any male always has when visiting a new city is that the girls are so hot he should move there. However, since I lived in the Bay for quite a few years, I knew the effect would soon wear off. The hot Filipina with blond hair didn't look so good anymore and the white club chicks started to look plain.
Of course, Keyvan and his girlfriend Carolina were at the bar ordering drinks. I slid up beside them and said, "excuse me but can I order a drink?" I love surprising people - it always brings a smile to my face. I love to see my friends' eyes bulge out and then notice that quick second of confusion in their face. Then, they recognize you and they can not help but smile. I guess in many ways, we're always looking for acceptance.
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