It’s my first Friday night here in the hostel in San Francisco.. and i’m sitting on the couch next to some chick who’s fallen asleep with light Neil Diamond in the background as ten other guests are all on their respective laptops and two extra ones are playing chess. I took myself out to a bar called The Hidden Vine which has the MOST extraordinary wine list you’d ever see in your life – Started with a light tempranillo with a platter of soft truffle cheese from Florence and finished with a Cabernet that knocked my socks off. Read a book and observed the dynamics of the couples around me. Quite bizarre.
I had a very late lunch at Mel’s Diner (a Californian Institution as far as I’m concerned) and took myself to see Sex And The City movie – which made me laugh and cry in equal measure.. I actually cried three times – what a pathetic lump of marshmallow fluff I have become. I walked out of there, all full of wedding and relationship fervor and realised that it would indeed have been an enormously better idea to have spent $10USD on a ticket to see The Strangers – a new horror that’s just been released here.
Putting on a brave front I strode down Post Street – ignoring the bums and beggars, listening to Prince and trying not to realise what an abject failure on the relationship front i have become. Having said that – please let me clarify that there are a few acquaintances I have that are utterly dull in their superior happily married and babied stakes – that make me not only want to regurgitate all foodstuffs I have consumed in the last 12 hours – but to gleefully add my stomach lining and my spleen to the exhaled mess.
Joyfully in the majority there are lovely people I hold in very high regard who seem to have reached a pleasant equilibrium in their jointly held love – and of whom I am not envious – but more reverent. One, I believe, is not put on the planet to become half of a whole. But then i am speaking as a very single person – who has been that way (regardless of boyfriends) for a very long time.
See what going to see a repugnantly girly movie does to you when you’re travelling alone in a hostel full of f*cking boring people??
On the upside – the movie review:
1. Carrie was incredibly unattractive when put on a big screen. alternately looking like a clown, a man or a transsexual.
2. The acting was a little trite – and the storyline was un-pc.. showing a woman should come around to forgive her man even if he leaves her at the alter or screws someone else.
3. Samantha is really about 50 in real life and she is one hot mamma. A HOT MAMMA.
4. Did I mention that Carrie is parti ularly ugly?
5. You get to see a penis. Sorry guys – but this is quite rare in a movie.. and I’m sick of seeing endless boobs butts and god knows what else on a woman.. hooray for a penis sighting.
on that note it’s 11:20 there are now 3 people here in the lounge fast asleep and rather a lot of noise coming from the lower kitchen levels. I’m tempted to go down and see what’s going on.. though i’m pretty hammered and may just go climb into bed, stick my ear plugs in and my eye shades on. Attractive.
After rather maudlin evening and a bloody good sleep – filled with weird dreams about having a blue face – which was full of pliable blue plastic because i’d been working with blue foam yoga mats and it had leached into my system through my fingers… I am up. Awake and drinking a VENTI LATTE! Yer. God I love Starbucks.. can I say it again? Yes. I love Starbucks.