Homeless in the Bay Area
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
It’s official as of Friday. We have officially moved out of our apartment and are now just couch-surfing amongst our friends. Here’s been the series of events:
Moving Day: Three Mexican dudes show up and start boxing stuff up. Because it is an international move, they take everything out of our existing boxes and put in theirs. An hour into it two of the workers take off and we are left with just one until the end of the day for the bigger furniture. That sucked. On top of it I receive a package at 11am and my Visa lawyer tells me I need to get my paperwork to the UK Visa courier service by 3:30pm. Thanks for that. At 5:45pm, I am finally able to show up to my happy hour with work friends and manage to hang out until 2am. Rough one.
Saturday: Ship out 4 boxes via UPS to my folks place, AKA Permanent Storage. . Go to Dublin (not Ireland) for a dinner party. Thought about rocking it in San Fran one last time, but decided to go straight to Koah’s pad in Oakland Hills at midnight.
Sunday: Eat authentic Mexican and pay for it on the throne. Sorry, Koah.
Monday: Go to The Ramp in San Fran for the afternoon followed by Gelato in North Beach. I left my fart in San Francisco. Come back to Oakland Hills where our friends M and Serene roll by. We discover the beer in the fridge is from 2006 so proceed to do shots of Grey Goose and screwdrivers. M is still the legend. Start packing up for our departure at 2am. It is 2:20am…damn it. OUT





