Can Man Frisco

I just spent a week in San Francisco with my parents. I survived! And now I 'm home. This is the last trip I take with them. I just can't do it anymore. But the dues are paid.

My parents like to be tourists. I don't. So we did tons of touristy things...like see Alcatraz. It was cooler than I thought, I'll give it that. Did a bus tour...drank a lot of beer. I took notes , I just need to find my book. Hold on a minute...

Ah, yes.

I'm kind of tired of explaining it all already. We found a bar called Kennedy's Irish Pub and Curry House. Seriously. They had a large beer selection with like 4 different porters, and I drank them all. Delicious. Black Butte was memorably tasty...I had it a few times on the trip. The bar also gave out free pint tokens, which is mad science if you ask me. So many drinks...so much indian food.
I brought Franny & Zooey but only had time to read the first part. Makes me feel that peculiar kind of sad that only Salinger ever makes me feel.
Alcatraz...covered in flowers and seagulls. A jail, a grenade blast, sunburn.

Saw a candy store called Candy Baron (funny) that I wished was called Baron Can-dy (don't bother laughing).

What is with 4-D movies? Is this the new EXTREME 3-D? The fourth dimension is like, time, isn't it? Do you come out of the theatre in time to tell yourself to not bother going in? 4-D?

Day 2 was spent in Haight-Ashbury. 40 years too late for anything to be important, but still in time to see the '60s hollow legacy. Ben & Jerry's? Almost got to drink at Toronado's but my parents weren't down. FUCK. Did get to shop at Amoeba Records, where I spent like $200. Good grief. Some theater was playing the original cut of the Warriors, which if you don't know is the greatest film of all time. Parents were also not down with that. How did I come from them?

Bust tour. Painted Ladies (houses. Ahh....). The Bridge (windy. can't breathe.) Golden Hills. Beauty. I'm so tired all the time because my dad snores louder than a truck parked on my face. No sleeps. Gah. Text messages from Heaven.

Glory.

So it continued. Saw some of Berkeley. The whole point of the trip, however, was to see the Hip play the Fillmore. Wow. A great show... good setlist but an audience of douchebags. I was irritated most of the time. So the trip is a loss, I guess.

We played botchiball at a vineyard called Ceja, I think. That was rad. But I was distracted by messages from England...welcome distractions....sanity keeping ones.

Plane home is 3 and a half hours late....let me out.....landing in Edmonton once again brings that feeling .. "I don't want to be here anymore" At least not without you. Or just us, elsewhere.