After seeing Justin off, I walked around the city with my camera, but didn’t shoot much. I did a lot of observing and checked out some of the local areas that might be of interest once I move here. I eventually returned to the Castro where I wandered throughout the neighborhood, occasionally stopping in touristy shops to browse things like humorous cards, and raunchy sex toys. After that lost it’s appeal I sat alone in Dolores park, where I did some reading and writing, and a little bit of sketching, while I watched locals enjoy their Friday afternoon. Going to Berkeley was the next on my list, but first, I wanted to take advantage of happy hour, so I grabbed a couple of drinks.
Once I made it to Berkeley, I found my friend Eric right as I exited the downtown station. We had dinner plans and afterward we were headed for the Oakland Art Murmur, but I ended up getting sick right after our Thai cuisine. We still made it there, but had to exit the bus early so I could throw up everything in my system. Earlier before lunch I’d taken some Valium, so I figured maybe that with the drinks got me a little nauseous, or maybe it was the burrito itself. Either way, it was no bueno, and made me cut my evening short. After the Murmur I caught the 19th St. BART back to San Francisco and I think that ride back to Justin’s had to have been one of the worst experiences I’ve had in a long time. I felt queezy the whole way, dry heaving in a slow daze and tried my hardest not to look like something was wrong while standing amongst the crowd in the packed train car. I was also a little nervous, since I didn’t have change when buying a ticket and skipped out on paying so I could get home as soon as possible.
I eventually made it back safely, took a shower and crashed out around 11 PM, sleeping on and off throughout the night, nauseous and in a ball.