MKOxSF: Day 2 (Short Lived)

I woke up rel­a­tively early yes­ter­day to Justin at his table prep­ping things for his trip to the Lazy Bear Week­end up at the Russ­ian River. He had men­tioned it to me the night before that he was head­ing off for the week­end and had I known that was going on a lit­tle more in advance, I might of tagged along with him. After fin­ish­ing up his errands, we decided on break­fast and bur­ri­tos sounded good (by this time it was already lunch time, though). So we headed down into the Cas­tro and ended up at Zapata’s; to my sur­prise it was pretty delicious.

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.