Metaphore for a missing moment

YO! Where have I been?

Well, in general I've been just... bored and lazy and haven't gotten off the collective whatnot to do any blogging recently. Then, about two days shy of three weeks ago, I went to Cali for vacation. Christmas and New Years were dominated.

There is nothing like standing outside several blocks away from the Castro and hearing the cheers. It was firken awesome. What I just loved day in and day out in Frisco (don't get on me for calling it Frisco) was that I was staying at Eddie's house, and you can literally see the big neon "CASTRO" sign from his back door. That is cool. That is really the epitome of cool.

I delighted in trying food that made me completley awkward and uncomfortable. Sushi and Chinese and some raw oysters from farmers market. Actually, when I was staying in San Jose my eating habits were considered odd. And I was only making... food. Like, rare steaks and stuff was odd. And salsa in cheese dip. WHAT IS CHEESE DIP WITHOUT SALSA?? It's not Mexican, I'll tell you that. Friggen weird.

My sisters diet consists of; pop-tarts, pop corn, chips with cheese sauce, cookie dough, artichokes and bacon. Only the fat part of the bacon.

And you know, she's skinny as a friggen rail.

So to them me making even hot tea was very weird. Oh, and my sister does not drink soda. She only drinks iced tea with no milk or sweeteners. She refused to friggen try my pearl tea. Damn it.

But she did have my chicken that I cooked up. I made a "Chinese" dish while I was there that she didn't touch with a ten-foot poll. They just think my entire idea of good food is very weird. And I honestly don't know how to explain it. I like the dark meat in the turkey with pepper in my brown gravy and raw vegetables and potatoes with actual potato bits in them and not with butter, but with pepper, salt and bacon if I can get it. Quesadilla's with pepper jack cheese are out of the question because pepper jack is too hot, but they love jalapeno's. THEY are weird, man.

Yeah, well, we all have our opinions and blah, blah, blah.

But I'm back in the Missouri section and I'm tired as a mother fucker. I have been walking up San Francisco hills and having good sex and eating lots of good food and talking to people I love in a place I adore and... yeah, I'll get off my high horse. But I should go get going, cause I need to unpack and clean the room. And perhaps see a friend before the night is up. I need to drink this coffee and listen to loud music and wake up.

Just feel like I was more awake there then anywhere else.