Monday, August 22, 2011

Before I forget


The night when we were supposed to meet Shenminator for drinks at Vertigo. Or was it the other place across the street.. Shamrock? Can't remember.

It was one of the first few nights we had as "The Basement Club". Andy had just arrived from Switzerland and we decided to show him Polk St the second time (since the first time was a bust as we went on a Saturday night)

I didn't check which bus stop we were supposed to board at after emerging from the Civic Center BART, so we ended up going the wrong way away from Polk St. I suddenly realised we were on the wrong bus when we started going into this long uphill stretch of Victorian style houses so we jumped off the bus. Not before Andy had a situation with a stoned out homeless person who was mirroring Andy's every move (they were sitting opposite each other on the bus).

Once we got off we started our slow downhill walk back to the nearest bus station, and that picture happened.

"Quick, take a picture of me with the city down below!" Andy called out as he dashed to the middle of the crossroad.

Natalia laughed as she pulled out her camera. She wasn't so jolly after we crossed 3 blocks, since she decided to wear heels (of all days).

At that bus station we waited for almost half an hour before a bus came.

At that bus station, we got to know each other so much better. We started talking about future plans, how we were at home, how we wished we were home (or someplace else other than the dark neighbourhood we were in!) and other random stuff.

It was kinda weird to feel slightly crestfallen when we saw the bus lumbering downhill towards us, because we were having such a good time bonding.

But then again our time at Polk was great too. Random guys chatting us up (unfortunately the one who talked to me had his girlfriend in the toilet, but he was nice enough to offer me a free bike tour if I ever wanted to ride across the GGB to Sausalito), we tried playing drinking games Takahiro taught us back in December, and we were all super happy, giggling to ourselves as we bought drink after the other.

Good times.

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