California Dreamin' Day 8
Sep. 16th, 2004 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianWell, on the one hand, I did get to meet up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightskywarlock. Turned out he'd posted to his LJ notifying me of his meet-up plans just as I was posting my intentions to ring him. That was eerily planned.
We headed directly to Haight-Ashbury and had a brief wander. Then we headed out again, extremely depressed. There were still a few cool places but of the rest, what wasn't shabby was trendy. We barely went into any shops -- part of it was not wanting to have to go through the rigamarole of checking bags, at least in my case, but there wasn't a lot to laugh at, never mind admire.
We went back to Market and had lunch, as well as conversation that went rapidly downhill. The details are his business and mine, but suffice it to say that ... well, it's just not good. I know I can't do anything, and I wish I could, and it's not doing my head any good. But I suppose it's better than the shape his head is in.
I called it a day early. Not only was I somewhat distressed, but also feeling incredibly sick. I'm never eating at a Burger King again. I mean it. Never. I just wish I'd ended this leg of my trip on a better note. I like the "always leave 'em laughing' exit, myself. Guess that was not to be this time. Maybe the next time I take this trip.
I remember being sixteen and loving this city. I wanted nothing more than to come here to live. I think I'm cured of that little delusion, thank you. I like some people who live in and near this city, but that's about all I feel for it right now. It's just a city -- kind of dingy, kind of scary, kind of weird, and a poor shadow of the one I met eleven years ago.
Roll on, Santa Barbara.
nightskywarlock. Turned out he'd posted to his LJ notifying me of his meet-up plans just as I was posting my intentions to ring him. That was eerily planned.We headed directly to Haight-Ashbury and had a brief wander. Then we headed out again, extremely depressed. There were still a few cool places but of the rest, what wasn't shabby was trendy. We barely went into any shops -- part of it was not wanting to have to go through the rigamarole of checking bags, at least in my case, but there wasn't a lot to laugh at, never mind admire.
We went back to Market and had lunch, as well as conversation that went rapidly downhill. The details are his business and mine, but suffice it to say that ... well, it's just not good. I know I can't do anything, and I wish I could, and it's not doing my head any good. But I suppose it's better than the shape his head is in.
I called it a day early. Not only was I somewhat distressed, but also feeling incredibly sick. I'm never eating at a Burger King again. I mean it. Never. I just wish I'd ended this leg of my trip on a better note. I like the "always leave 'em laughing' exit, myself. Guess that was not to be this time. Maybe the next time I take this trip.
I remember being sixteen and loving this city. I wanted nothing more than to come here to live. I think I'm cured of that little delusion, thank you. I like some people who live in and near this city, but that's about all I feel for it right now. It's just a city -- kind of dingy, kind of scary, kind of weird, and a poor shadow of the one I met eleven years ago.
Roll on, Santa Barbara.