I am leaving in less than two weeks. And by that I mean 13 days.
Let me just say that my trip with Hannah was absolutely fabulous. Nothing went wrong and anything that could be interpreted as "unfortunate" just added to the trip even more and had no lasting damage.
We drove to Santa Cruz (stopping in Salinas and taking a picture at a giant artichoke in Castroville). We wantered around and got some sushi. I had an awful headache so I took some headache medicine and it went away just in time for Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band. The show (at the Rio Theatre) was amazing. I was expecting it to be good, but was mostly just going because it was on the way and made sense. I am so glad we went. They didn't "cover" any Bright Eyes, but I enjoyed all of the songs they played. Afterwards we visited with Simon and Megan for a bit. We then walked on the pier and went to Taco Bell before finding a place to sleep...in my car.
The next day we went thriftstore shopping and in various stores in Santa Cruz. We also got bagels for breakfast and locked my keys in the ignition and had to a)buy hangers for five dollars and b)ask someone to break in for us. I bought a short black dress (which comes back into the story later). We got sushi again, but at a different place. They gave us free miso soup, two pieces of a tempura roll, peas, and fried calamari. Then we ordered food. Fabulous lunch. We visited Trevor at his work and walked around with him for a bit afterwards. That night we took this amazing drive to get to Morgan Hill on this windy road through forests. We listened to one song on repeat, This is the Dream of Win and Regine. It was perfect. We met at Hannah's friend's work, whose house we stayed the night at. Her and I exchanged about 600 songs.
The next morning we took the bus/train to San Francisco, checked into the first hostel, and met Michael at the SFMOMA. From there we took transportation back to his car, and to great burritos at Gordo's. We ate them in the Golden Gate Park and prepped ourselves for:
THE FAINT. Basically the point of the trip. I went in just wearing that dress I bought in Santa Cruz because I knew it'd be hot. I had Michael hold my phone and wallet. I was supposed to call people during some songs, but it was impossible. The show was ridiculously intense and splendid. It was super packed and we were in the front in the moshpitting area. But not the dangerous kind, just the really into it crowd kind. All three of us fell down at one point, all three of us got bruises one way or another. It was great. The first band, Jaguar Love, was ridiculous. The singer was super flamboyant and you had to ask yourself "is this fantastic, or ridiculous?" It was great though. The Faint were fucking fantastic. The crowd was super into it and sang along and danced along. The lead wore goggles and a lab coat over his clothes. We all got super sweaty, which was to be expected. Hannah and I got dropped off at the hostel and went to a cafe place next door.
The next day her friend came up and we shopped around. We checked into the other hostel at Fort Mason and went to Height Ashbury to meet Michael and Trevor. Michael ended up meeting us later. I purchased the conor oberst cd at Amoeba and got an autographed poster with it. Hannah's friend, Madeleine, left and the three of us went to a cafe where Michael met us. We then went to a hookah bar after which Michael came back to the hostel and we played chess. Draw.
The next day we went to Height again and had pizza with Michael and Trevor. Long story short we missed the train, which is okay because it is our trip, and caught another one half an hour later. Madeleine and Max had dinner ready for us in Morgan Hill and after dinner we drove back to San Luis. I left a lot out, but it was an amazing trip.
It was very free and independent, made me glad to be a live.
We like that.
Now I have a bit over a week left of work, then hardxcore packing, then I leave.
People are all starting to leave.
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