Too sexy to Fly

I’ve heard of South West discriminating against people who are grossly over weight, forcing them to purchase the adjacent seat if they couldn’t suitably fit in one.
But Jeez, what the hell is this madness all about, and why the heck are these gals getting all this attention?

The SF Bay Area

Across the board things are just a couple notches higher from my previous stompin grounds, Los Angeles. People seem a bit more intelligent, the cost of living seems to be a bit more than other parts of the US, people seem a bit more environmentally conscience, and it rains a bit more.

I am not trying to make the Bay Area sound like a magical place where it will make your dreams come true. Nor am I some hick from the country that’s entering civilization for the first time to be astounded by slightly intelligent people who know how to recycle cans and newspaper. No, there is something about the SF Bay area that I’ve experienced in my short time here that’s liberating. People listen and People respect.

Have you ever had the experienced an instance when you’re talking to someone that you’ve just met or getting to know and can’t take your conversation to the next level because they where too busy chatting about themselves or their mind was somewhere between reality and the clouds. In some of my most intimate conversations in the SF Bay area have come from striking up conversations with people I’ve randomly met. Unlike California’s other metropolis city Los Angeles, which people often say (as cliche as it sounds) can be vacuous when it comes to basic human authenticity. Which is true to a certain extent.

People respect one another. The SF bay area has been known for years to serve home for the American Libertarian. I’ve traveled through streets of some American cities were people just don’t care if you live, die, or anything else. For instance New York. By no means am I saying that New Yorkers are heartless people. In fact, New Yorkers are the best people to make friends with, because through the good and the bad, New Yorkers are with you until the end. What I am talking about is the general encounters between random people in the city. People don’t hold doors for the next person walking behind them, the don’t say excuse me when they’ve knock your slow ass down for being in the way. The time value of being cordial is not worth it, nor is it the way business is done.

Random thoughts.

Next up on the menu…… Happy New Year- China Style!

Wait, does this mean that I am getting old?

Last night, I decided to join a couple friends for drinks at a local restaurant/bar, which becomes a popular dance club during the weekend. Some of you guys know the place, Sangria. Well, for the first time I could remember I felt completely older then the entire crowd.

It started on the way to the bar, where Heather (my girlfriend) and I are walking toward the bar, when some random guy staggers in front of Pisano’s Pizza, and is about 20 seconds from barfing all over the sidewalk. You know that feeling when things start to spin, and your mouth gets filled up saliva. Yeah, he was at the stage. And as much as I didn’t want to see anymore, out of curiosity I kept looking behind me to see if he was going to let loose on someone’s car.

Well back to being 26 going on 50. While everyone was getting hammered and playing slap n tickle, I was bored and grossed out by the drunken sloppiness. Specifically, when I noticed these pair of withered cougars, laying the game down on the this young Mexican dude. Unfortunately, he took the bait and laid a kiss on the saber tooth tiger. What a chump.

Earlier this summer I couldn’t be stopped from having a good time. Last night I felt like an old man watching monkeys at the Zoo. Is this normal????

GDR