I’ve heard of drunk blogging before. Consider this it. I'm here in San Francisco, and already have hit the skids. With only 2 freaking alcoholic drinks. I’m here to tell you…. Having MS and being drunk are 2 entirely separate things entirely. Did I just use entirely twice in the same sentence? Yes I did. That’s what drunken blogging will do for you.
I drove straight here to SanFranMan’s house with no problem. Evidently I’m a pro for big city driving, and I'm not intimidated at all by having 2 cars up my vehicle's ass at all times.
It was too difficult to get a picture of the cars up my car's butt, but you get the idea. This is the Bay Bridge going into San Francisco.
I feel like throwing up. Unlike some bloggers, I have nothing profound to add in this state of inebriation. Muttin got car sick twice on the trip. Hence SanFranMan’s bedroom smells like dog vomit. Which I’m about to add to with human vomit. As much as I’ve compared having MS to being drunk… it ain’t the same. At least with MS, I don’t feel like vomiting. Who’d ever thunk I’d see a positive to having MS?
Here we have “water closets”. The toilet is in a separate room than the sink and tub. Hoity toity may I say? There’s nothing like sitting in a tiny room with ONLY a toilet in it to define claustrophobia lemme tellya. If I can get away with it, I’ll take a picture of it. It might be considered “rude” to take a picture of one’s hosts water closet, seeing as how water closet activities are considered to be somewhat private in the first place.
Isn't this ADORABLE?
Cept for the closing the door for one's privacy causes a bit of ohmy this is verysmallinhere, I can'tbreathe part.
Here, sit down!
I must leave now. I mistakenly started a foot rub on someone, and he’s insisting on the other foot being done now.
In the middle of the nite, I woke up in pain, cause I'd forgotten to take any pain pills for quite a long time. Possibly when the drinking started. Long time. I didn't want to wake him up, but he did, and knew I was in pain, so he jumped out of bed, into his pants and out to the car to get the pills, where I had left them. While he was gone, I kept thinking of the Princess Bride movie, about "true wuv". He doesn't know it, but that's true love. That, or just knowing he'd not get any more sleep if I didn't get them pills.
We spent a hellish day, driving me and Muttin car sick, what with the stop and go driving, 4-way stop signs EVERY. WHERE., and the hilly streets. We went up to "Twin Peaks", what he kept calling "mountains", but they're really "hills" in Idaho terms. (Correction: I've been told that I embellished a little bit... he didn't call them mountains, but the locals call them mountains) I'll post those pics as soon as I figure out how all over again. For you see, this is the second nite, and I got high. No more drinking for me. Cept for the 2 Kahlua and Cream's at the "Dog Patch" bar, where a roomate works as a bartender. For some reason, I can't remember how to do pictures, but hey, I'm hanging with the cool crowd.
It was hellish (the day) because when we were in line to have my car washed, the trunk key got all stuck, and it wouldn't close. Then the turn signals quit working. Which I didn't think was such a big deal, but someone else's swearing let me know otherwise. I was afraid to touch anything else. I stopped the lecture midmouth of "You Need To Keep Your Vehicle Maintained", nipped it right in the bud, yes I did. What car manuel tells you to tune the trunk latch every 6 months? I checked. Not one word does it say "Check your trunk latch on a regular basis". (Shit, now that he's reading, I have to be more honest, I didn't really check the owner's manual, but give me some writer's creativity license, would ya? sheesh) I do have to admit tho...not having turn signals when you have to turn every other block for 23 miles... it gets a little hairy.
Tomorrow we get to go take the dog crate to the car wash cause it smells like vomit. I can't smell it, but word has it - it does.
The city is beautiful, the air is smog-free, but ohmygod there's alot of people everywhere. I'm loving it here.