San Fransisco On Ice!

Hi kids. So Now Then...

San Fransisco was cold as hell. Never above sixty degrees. Costal cities blow. Twenty Asian restaraunts every block and lots of rude people. The only good thing about it was Amy lives there. I don't know how she can. Also, the movie theatres are ten stories high (I shit not) and littered with posters of upcoming neat stuff like Wes Craven's Red Eye, with Cillian Murphy (Crane/Scarecrow in Batman Begins), The Transporter 2, and Lord of War with Nicholas Cage. Too much to see!

So I got there really easily and Amy tried sneaking up on me in the airport, but I saw her and foiled her plan. Her apartment is really nice...and only 1200 a month in rent. Hey, that's not bad for a two bedroom and bath above a Chinese restaurant. I especially loved the neon sign right outside her window and night. I longed for a trumpet and a tommygun big time. I gave her presents (her copy of Hard Times, the Showgirls collector box set, and the bracelet Mom made her. She loved them. She was speechless at Hard Times. I made it a point to keep the film a giant secret for her. She was blown away and loved it. We did good, kids.

Amy and I went to the Zoo on Tuesday and saw them feed the tigers and lions whole rabbits. Well, we tried. The feeding room was full of stupid people and little idiot drooling kids who couldn't keep their goddamn mouths shut to watch and not scare the tigers. We had to leave just to keep ourselves sane. But we ate a great breakfast by the sea before hand, which helped make our day. Amy even told the waitress to tell she chef it was the best breakfast she'd ever had.

Most of the time Amy was at work at Mervins, so I had to entertain myself. (I know what you're thinking here, you dirty minded people. I mean besides that.) Finding an entire stack of typing paper in her roommate's room and a lot of tape, I taped together a six foot long canvas and drew a sharpie mural masterpiece. Well, I actually hate it, but Amy said it was great. And it's only half done. I have to finish it my next visit.

Amy and I both watched the worst horror movie I've ever seen in my entire life. Some stupid indie thing called Malevolence. NEVER see it. What a goddamn waste of film. Think Halloween meets Texas Chainsaw with very bad acting, and horrible script, and even worse camera work. I was compelled to scratch up the disk on purpose for the greater good, which Amy and I have done to movies we've rented before. Saddens me that I didn't.

Amy's birthday was Saturday. It began as an innocent trip out for dinner with her and her mother. Then we passed a sign on the road reading SANTA CRUZ. Amy's eyes lit up like fireworks and she shouted "OOOO! Let's go ride the rides!" So we drove two hours to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk (Where The Lost Boys was filmed) and Amy dragged me on every nauseating ride they had. It was fun in the end, even after shouting out loud next to Amy one hundred and twenty five feet in the air "My balls are in my brain!" They were. I swear.

Before leaving, I gave Amy her last present: a pair of diamond earrings. She put them in immediately and wore them for the next three days straight without taking them out, including sleeping with them in her ears. Guess she liked them.

And even after my plane home was delayed three hours, I still had a great time with my beloved as I always do. Christmas is coming and it's her turn to fly here to visit me. I already can't wait.