Nervous About the Other

On October the twenty-fifth I wrote that I left work at the normal time.  Boarding at PHill I read the paper and got a text from two people I went to China with in 2002.  I had been sending messages to one—my buddy in Portland—because I was nervous about the other—my ex-girlfriend.  He told me it would be alright.  I realized, as I rode to Sanchez on my bike that this was likely true since she was traveling with her friend and neighbor and being German would likely both be delightful.  She gave me a hug when I arrived at the apartment she was staying at and introduced me to her friend.  We talked for a bit and then went for a walk.  They knew about the World Series Game and were fine with watching for a bit.  They told me that the day before they had worn themselves out on a walk to Golden Gate Park and a bike ride to the ocean.

We walked to Duboce Park past some fire engines.  At Haight I spied my Bicycle Coalition friend from the MTA riding home.  We were starving at this point so we went to Chihuahua.  I checked the score at the Page and the Giants were losing.  We had an okay meal and talked about my father and our friends.  I tried to get her cute friend into the conversation.  We found some seats at the Page and saw the Giants had begun to rally but it was difficult.  We had to continuously swat people out of our view.  She was her same old snarky self and hadn’t changed much.  I noted that my father was right about her being a real friend.

We finished our drinks when I decided the Giants would lose and left.  They convinced me to text one of my friends but I shouldn’t have.  We looked at buildings on Page Street.  There were a lot of young ladies at Deluxe and the Jazz was awesome.  The girls kicked it but we had had a lot to drink.  We took photos and did Jaeger shots.  We took a cab to Sanchez and I kissed her goodnight.  I rode home on Page Street.

On the morning I wrote this I collected my notebook and paper and went to Le Soleil.  My father was getting ready for the day and asked about prop H.  I said vote yes and no on I.  He wasn’t voting on H but was voting no on I.  On Page I triple parked because some film crew was in the way.  No one was happy with me but everyone understood.  I told them they should call the cops.  At the café I tweeted about A&B until the girls sent me a text suggesting I meet them at Union Square.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.