the diary of antoine roquentin

On Friday, Christen and I took our trip to San Francisco. I was sick of the people I knew and wanted a beautiful, surreal journey. I wasn’t disappointed.

Ocean Beach.

Adelaide Hostel.

Off to the Haight.

Who builds seagull ponds?

It was a beautiful trip. I can’t find my voice recognition headset, so this is going to be short and sweet.

Christen and I shopped for vintage clothes at the Haight, got some pizza, went to the Botanical Gardens, then she went home. I met Mario and we went to the Museum of Modern Art, which had some really inspiring exhibits. We went to a few bookstores; I picked up The Myth of Sisyphus, and a copy of some of Sartre’s plays in French.

We ended up meeting this really cool friend of Mario’s who took us to this cliche bar in the Castro, where I got drunk and watched naked guys dance lasciviously on stage. I don’t remember much from that night, other than this guy’s well-toned ass illuminated in ruddy spotlights.

An overcooked waffle at 2 a.m. at the Bagdad Cafe, then back to Mario’s friend’s apartment. I slept on the friend’s couch, then Mario and I went back to Sacramento (this was Sunday).

I saw Vicky Cristina Barcelona at the Crest with Taggart, then we went to this fashion show Megan and Steve were involved with (which was actually pretty cool). All of the no-name Sacramento “artists” were there: Amy Hemmons, Joey Vasquez, Shaun Slaughter, et al.

Went to Lipstick on Tuesday with Taggart and Mario, got fucked up and rocked out.

Spent new year’s with my aunt Kathy and her boyfriend, we had a Law & Order marathon watching it on Netflix Instant View.

My credit card is paid down to $170. I’ll have money to move by the end of this month, if everything goes well. I probably won’t move out, I’ll probably just spend every weekend in San Francisco.

I was feeling a lot of anxiety about my new post-community-college life, but I realize it now. I need to die and be reborn into my new life of the city.

I know I’m going to repeat this same script in a new city, but that’s okay. Future Shock is giving me a very interesting perspective on the universe of the future. I think I’m going to go over to Christen’s and read it some more (I loaned it to her).

I’ve been listening to a lot of Catherine Wheel…their first album came out in 1991. I can’t believe that’s 18 years ago.

I wish Ghostland Observatory or New Young Pony Club would tour. Turns out I missed the Ulrich Schauss tour by about three months, and he probably won’t come back for a long time. And of course, when I have money, there are never any good shows. But that’s okay, most of that credit card I’m paying off are great shows that happened when I was poor.