San Francisco

I had a really good time in San Francisco, despite a rocky moment of disappointment that followed my foolish optimism that Sara and I could maybe be friends. I'd toyed the idea of wether or not I'd even see her, but I do want us to be friends and so when she asked if I would, I agreed to. It went well, like it always does in the beginning, but it disintegrated quickly when she got jealous of a friend that I was going to spend time with. As it turns out she missed out on my friendship, which seems like a bigger loss than me missing out on hers.

Kacey and I spent a lot of time together on the trip and I was very happy to have her company. She's a doll and I'm happy to have gotten to know her even better while in San Francisco. It was her birthday the last day I was in town and we started the celebration the night before. We brought a little bit of New Orleans to San Francisco and had a really great time.


We rode the carousel and took pictures of each other. We went to a friends bar and drank with him. We went to the places I’d loved before and explored new places entirely. We played with nearly everything at the Musée Mécanique, walked the pier, laughed at the fact that there is a church whose address is 666 (DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe were married there) and explored the city with the enthusiasm. She was really perfect company.

I'm back in New Orleans now, reflecting on the past, considering the future and grateful for the people that I have in my life presently. Everything doesn't always turn out the way that I want it to, but sometimes the best thing that can happen to you is to not get what you thought you wanted.