San Francisco - The After Thoughts!

So if you didn't know, maybe because we aren't facebook friends or because you live in a ditch, I went to San Francisco, California for a total of 3 days and 4 nights! Ah yes, San Francisco, the city by the bay! Anyway, here's really quick run-down of what exactly happened (with amazing photos of course!). And also please note that while this post will detail everything I can remember, it doesn't detail everything that actually happened. Finally, I'll finish up with some after thoughts on the whole thing.

Arrival Day - The Flight in and Arrival

I think it's important for me to note that before I even was on my way to San Francisco, my dad was finding the best ways to annoy me in the car. First he quizzed me on how to use an airport (I know, get through security, cause problems, then they'll never notice the amount of liquids you bring on the plane). Obviously I passed that. Next he of course had to play the song "San Francisco" by Scott McKenzie. I'd like to note that I never wore flowers in my hair!

A view out of the Plane, it was all Clouds that Day!

So I flew Frontier down to the bay and after a beautiful hour delay, I was in the air and then I was there. It actually kind of worked out, the way that my plane got delayed and what not, because my friends were late and so it gave them the perfect amount of time to get down to the San Francisco International Airport (abbreviated SFO for god knows what reason). They picked me up with much crying and hugging and then some more crying (it was the reunion of the century), but I am disappointed at the lack of french bread when I arrived. I was promised some french bread and so I have to state that clearly.

Anyway, next thing I knew we were off and it was time for dinner at the most sketch Mexican restaurant this side of the Pacific. It actually was some of the best, random Mexican food I've ever had. I also ended up meeting some of Vicki's family there as well, and they are great people of course! Then they drove me to their apartment in Walnut Creek where I was crashing for the time! Well, that's it for my epic arrival day.

Day 1 - The Official First Day

Now I got up at the crack of dawn after that flight and I was promised rain, but because I am like the best travel buddy that anyone could ever have I ended up missing out on the rain and just getting some clouds. So Wyatt ditched us for his job, and I still hate him for ditching me; his lover, his husband, his best friend; to go to work, but that's okay I guess. SO I spent the day with my wife, Vicki!

First we hit up the Bart and took it straight into the city. From there I took about a million pictures, I guess I turned a little bit Asian for the day but that's alright considering it was a great trip. Anway, we started off the day just right by taking a quick tour of the financial district. I loved it! I can't tell people how hard it is to see sky scrapers here in Colorado, but there it is the norm and for a structural engineer who loves architecture it was magnificent! So we walked around the buildings, Vicki giving me all the facts and tour details as we went (including how the homeless bathe in this one really awesome sculpture/fountain... which is disappointing considering how awesome that sculpture/fountain was) until we hit the ocean. I love the ocean and with how little I get to see it, it was beautiful even on a cloudy day! From just this one dock (or whatever) I took a bunch of photos and strung them all together to get this picture of the Oakland Bridge going to Treasure Island (any and all facts might be wrong in this).

A view of the Oakland Bridge on a Sunny Morning

Irish Coffee at the Buena Vista Cafe

From there we were off, following the coast line until we reached Fisherman's Wharf. I got my In-N-Out burger from there and that was good (though I'm not positive what the rave is about, but I'm happy I know what it is now) and then we decided to head uphill a little ways to get some an Irish Coffee from the first place in America to serve it! Now, I have to give a bit of a back-story here when I tell that Vicki would have no Alcohol while I was there (a disappointment, but I lived happily with a glass in my hand) so she got a version that just isn't quite the same but close enough. It was AMAZING! I honestly do believe that was both the best coffee I've had before noon and the best Irish coffee I've ever had. The secret is they pre-warm the glass with hot water, add the coffee and then the whiskey, and then to really make it sweet they add exactly one sugar cube. And if you didn't pick up on it, Irish coffee has whiskey in it that really gives it a kick. Glad we added that to the list at the last minute.

Chocolate, Yum!

The Infamous Pterodactyl Face!

Next we hit up Ghirardelli Square for some quick ice cream at the Ghirardelli factory (along with some chocolate). I've been here before, but I just had to go again while I was out in San Fran! If there's one thing I love in this world, its got to be chocolate! I also decided to throw in the picture of Vicki totally Pterodactyl facing (that's what she calls it, not me) a small chocolate replica of the Golden Gate Bridge. Its all good laughs and it was an excellent stop, but who can complain when chocolate is all that's on the menu? So we did that for a little bit, taking a break for the long walk around town before leaving again and hiking it up one of the many San Francisco hills!

Lombard Street in the Background

 So next was the infamous Lombard Street (which although I've already seen, I felt it was necessary to go to as well). We hiked all the way up this road and arrived perfectly right next to Lombard, watching as a slew of cars went down the curvy road. I took some pictures from the top, pictures of the trolly going by, and then we walked down the stairs! The whole way, Vicki and I planned how we would one day own a house on that street to say we lived on Lombard Street. We also talked about how the kids could never go outside because they'd get hit by a car (at least I remember this conversation). After that I took the best picture I think I got of the both of us together. Once we reached the bottom, we decided to make it a photo-moment and so I pulled out the old iPhone and got a snapshot off. I took the picture at a crooked angle on purpose too, because I really wanted to get the street in the background and it came out exactly how I wanted it. I might even get a couple copies printed, I love this picture that much. So that's the great Lombard Street!

Wine and Friends

The next few moments all kind of flew by in a rush. So first we went to a bookstore that was famous (and kind of reminds me of the Boulder Bookstore, like a bunch of floors with stairs going every which direction) and then afterwards I took that picture of the ground! It's one of Vicki's favorites and I agree that it was pretty awesome. Next, we hit up another square (not sure which one), the Gold Dust lounge, and then went to the top of the Marriot hotel to sit and act like billionaires in the View lounge. If I could sum up what I saw in one word, spectacular! I could see the skyscrapers from above all the way over to the ocean. And since the day was clear enough, I could even see the old Golden Gate in the far distance! So we sat up there, taking in the sites and loving the feeling of being young and acting rich. Some day, it would be nice to be rich enough to stop playing rich though!

The City View from the View Lounge

After such a tiring day, and also very little sleep the night before, I was ready to just pass out. That's when Wyatt commandeered my iPhone and started taking pictures of me to edit. Although I'm not particularly happy with what came out of that, I thought I might as well as throw it up here. You can't really see it in that photo, but Wyatt had his super goofy face on the whole time. Also, that's Vicki and Wyatt's apartment in the background! Vicki, the place looks great!

Day 2 - A Day on the Job

The second day I was in San Francisco I have almost no picture of, go figure. That's probably because for the first quarter of my day I was home with Vicki, talking and just enjoying her company (something I've missed for a while). At about 11 am though, I was dressed and out the door to go to Wyatt's work. So I got all button-shirt and sexy black pants and a diamond watch on, you know, the way that movie stars do when they want to make a good impression, and was out the door. 

I rode the Bart back into San Fran where Wyatt met me and we walked to his job. When we got there he got all excited to show me around and I met all his fun work buddies before he took me over to the structure department. They were so impressed with my attire alone that I was offered a job right on the spot, but I of course put up my hand, said thank you, and then denied the offer. God knows I can only do so much engineering with part of a master's degree, so I just couldn't accept it yet. Anyway, the structures department seemed a bit detached from me being there after I denied their offer and only spent about an hour or so telling me about their current jobs and a few of their past jobs. That's of course not to say that they weren't nice, the people were great and I'd love to work there. Then they got back to work, I got to go get some Chinese food for first lunch, and then I left Wyatt for the day.

So I left my husband with his work and went off into the big city by myself... sort of. About ten minute later I met up with my good buddy Nate and he took me on the Bart to a different part of the city I had never seen before. It was great, we had second lunch (or at least second lunch for me) and he told me about why he took me there and what certain places meant to him and his family. Like I remember him telling me that his mom went to one of the high school's we passed, which is really cool to learn information like that about someone. And I'd also like to make a small note that we sat on a stump and ate lunch in a park. It was great. 

Then he took me to this ice cream shop (I know, I ate a lot while I was there.... Vicki called it the food tour de San Fran) that was one of his favorites. That was actually really cool too, which is why I warranted the ice cream shop it's own paragraph. Basically the reason this place stood out was that the owners had some of the most unique flavors I've ever seen. I of course got some, I can't resist ice cream, and it was so different. I got two flavors; one was salted caramel and the other was cinnamon almond I think (can't be too sure on the second flavor, but the first was definitely the caramel). Then it was a walk back to the Bart where I went back to Walnut Creek!

Day 3 - Perfect Panda Picture Parade!

Vicki's birthday! Happy 25th Vicki and glad I was there for it! So I call this day perfect panda picture parade because we went to the San Francisco zoo, which is a very cool, small zoo, and that's how we celebrated her birthday! I can't really say much on the zoo, but it was fun and I'm more happy that I got to spend my friend's birthday with her!

And so after the zoo we finished up with one final place on my tour of San Francisco, which was a view from the beach of the Ocean. The reason this all worked out the way it did was because the San Francisco Zoo is literally right next to the ocean. I took a few photos and Wyatt used my phone to take a few photos too. The clouds were amazing for it and the ocean was roaring!

Oh yea, and insert something about Berkeley and the Berkeley Bowl in here. Basically, Berkeley is a hippie town (or so I'm told, we didn't get to see the school) and the Berkeley Bowl is like Sprouts or Trader Joes on super crack. Literally 9 types of mushrooms, 20 types of apples, 8 types of bananas, 10 types of oranges, etc...

Departure - A Broken Plane

So this chapter is short, but the next day I had a flight that was at the crack of dawn. Turns out I didn't have to really get up early though, because the plane was broken and they didn't get it fixed for 4 hours. Thanks Frontier! :(

Final Notes

So finally, I'd like to give a summary of things I wish I had done. I think its important to make these lists, because it means next time I'll remember exactly what I didn't do or wish I would have done this time around. Here's a list of things I wish I would have done:

• Met Vicki at the airport, but with some French Bread in her hands.
• Alcatraz. I'm sad I was so close and yet never got a tour. 
• Spent more time with Nate. We only had a few hours to catch up on a years time.
• San Francisco at night. I got a glimpse of the city lights one night, but I didn't get to go into any clubs or places to see what the nightlife was all about.
• Wine country. I feel like not getting to drive up north for some wine tastings was a miss this trip, though that's fine.

Anyway, loved the trip. Special thanks again to Vicki and Wyatt for letting my crash at their place and giving me a great few days and special thanks to Nate for getting time to come see me as well!

Roommates: Part 2

So the more I live with this kid, the more I just can't stand him. It's not that he's a bad person in any way, but rather because he just annoys the hell out of me with every little thing he does. Listen, I like exactly two types of roommates:

1. The ones that stay out of my life-style's path
2. The ones that get into my life-style's path, but clean-up

Let me explain those in a little bit more detail. When a roommate stays out of my life-style's path, I mean that they literally are almost like a ghost in the apartment. They make messes every now and then and they have friends over every now and then, but for the most part its almost like I'm living alone. They don't question how loud I am at night, they don't question when doors slam, they take showers at times that don't ever seem to interfere with my shower time, and they aren't in the kitchen when I need the kitchen. Basically, we co-exist in separate worlds and only cross paths by sharing the same space. And because these people are so out of sync with my life-style (its a coincidence), I actually don't mind cleaning up after them. That's right, they can leave fairly small messes and I'll pick up after them because they let me live my life peacefully.

The second one is different. This is the type of person who does interfere with the way I like to live my life. Literally, this person will be in the kitchen using everything when I'd like to cook, using the bathroom whenever I might need it, complains about my life-style and tells me to change, and so forth. All I ask of this person is that if they want me to change my life-style, they need to change their own AND they need to clean-up the apartment with me. I know it sounds weird, but its a hassle to change the way I like to live so if I'm going to put in effort to make their life better then they better put effort in to make my life better.

My current roommate is neither of these options and I hate him for it. So where to begin...

Bathroom: When I get up in the morning, and my schedule isn't a normal one at all, I'd like to have the right to take a shower. I wake up between 8 and 10 AM every day. Wouldn't you know it, but I have the one roommate who doesn't seem to ever get up until right before I need the bathroom in the morning. But wait, it get's worse for someone like me. He also takes two showers a day. That means two times a day he's in there for more than 15 minutes that I need. Guess what, he takes that shower not when I'm away, but when I'm back. So it's like he's purposefully choosing times that interfere with our interactions. It drives me nuts. Now, I said I'd be fine with this if he would clean. Guess what, he has NEVER cleaned the bathroom nor do I think he knows how. Hell, he doesn't even know how to get out of the shower without getting the floor wet. And for everyone out there that doesn't know how to magically do that, grab the towel off the rack (especially since his is RIGHT NEXT TO THE SHOWER) and dry yourself off before you step out. I know, it takes a whole second to think that process through.

Kitchen: So I don't always get home from classes/school life until 7 to 9 PM, and when I get back I usually want to just throw my stuff off my back and start cooking a quick meal. Except four out of five times my roommate is in the kitchen cooking and he is the worst chef I think I've ever seen. Most people learn by the age of 18 that if you aren't cooking efficiently, then you are wasting time. I've never seen someone take so much time slicing raw chicken. Just cut that damn thing into chunks and throw it in the pan already. And he gets his water boiling on 6 out of 9 heat. This is what I mean, I'd have cooked 2 meals in the time that he cooks his 1 and it drives me nuts because the kitchen is literally only big enough for 1 person to cook in it at a time. Get the fuck in and get the fuck out. Simple as that. But wait, he never cleans up his pots and pans right away either. So there's another mine field I hate to touch and I hate having crowded sinks too, it drives me nuts. Its one of those little things that just gets to me if you aren't having guests over. And to top it off, none of the counter tops ever get clean. If you are going to be in my way, make sure you clean it all up before you get out of my way.

Bedroom: Now I know that this shouldn't seem to be an area where I'd be bugged, because we don't have a shared bedroom. Literally I have my own and he has his own, so there shouldn't be a problem. Except there are a ton. First of all, he yells at me for "slamming" the door when I leave my room at night. Want to know what a slam sounds like in his room? Shut your door softly and you'll see he's over reacting. Literally, I've been yelled at multiple times for "slamming" my door even when the wind blows it shut. The kid is a psycho. And to top that one off, I'd like to note that if you are going to live with someone like me, get use to it because I probably won't remember to change. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE. If I talk at night louder than a whisper he also yells at me because I woke him up. Now I'm not sure about where you live, but I've played heavy base music really loud and gone in his room and its been literally a soft beat. So the walls literally stop almost all sound. And I know some people have sensitive ears, but come on, go buy ear muffs or something if that's your problem and stop being a douche and telling me to change. I'd like to note I'm really hitting hard on these things, because I asked him to change the following stuff I'm about to talk about and it still hasn't happened. Now, in contrast, when he brings his Girlfriend over, who is literally the loudest slut on the planet, I can't get away from it. I literally have heard every type of noise imaginable come out of her from in that room at all hours. I'm sorry, but I don't want to hear your underage girlfriend moaning and if you know she's a loud moaner, maybe its time to go back to her place. Oh she lives in the dorm, well then go find a field in the middle of nowhere and have sex there. At least its away from me. Jesus. And besides that, he talks about my singing, but trust me you don't want to hear his...

Overall my roommate is a type 3 roommate, which I didn't describe above because I can't stand that type. They get in the way of your life-style, feel that their life-style is more important than your own (which ironically causes an equal reaction), and then don't ever seem to understand why you don't like them.

And just a note, the WHOLE reason I'm writing a big, long post about all this crap is because my roommate has literally ONE job to do in the apartment. I said I would keep up the bathroom, keep up the kitchen, keep up the living room, and try to fix my life-style if he tried to fix his (which he didn't, but I let that slide sometimes) and WOULD TAKE OUT THE TRASH. Seriously, less than 5 minutes of your life maybe once a week and I would be happy. Go fuck yourself kid.

Now for reference, here's a list of my previous roommates:

• Kevin P (Amazing) - He never once interfered with my life-style and in fact I think overall enhanced my life with his positive attitude. We had similar life-styles too, so it made living together pretty smooth.
• Brandon W (Great) - This is another person where we had fairly similar life-styles and I think he overall enhanced my life for the short time we lived together. Very positive guy!
• Jordan F (Good) - There were a few clashing points between us being roommates, but overall everything went really smooth throughout the year. I don't think I'd live in the same room as him again, but the same apartment would be fine.