I heart SF

I want to move. For the first time in memory, I have visited California. In strong opposition to my East coast upbringing, I have fallen in heart with San Francisco... in only a day. I almost hesitate to say I want to move there, but then again falling in love only takes a moment and you cannot deny the call (besides I can always move back).

Arrived on Friday night, 1130pm there time. If you do the math, you'll know I was exhausted. (I went straight to the airport from work, getting there way later than I had planned, but luckily found the flight one hour delayed, which left just enough time to catch the second leg of the flight in Minneapolis.) Mr. N_ and I got to my gay boyfriend Mr. W_'s apartment just after midnight to find him sitting around with Mr. K_ (my gay husband) and Ms. J_, as though it hasn't been about 5 years since we've all hung out together. Hugs all around in greeting, with familiarity and comfort in major abundance. We all stayed up until about 6am, talking and watching tv.

We basically only had one day together and despite all the changes in our individual lives, our relationships were all the same, though obviously evolved to adapt to this whole growing-up thing. We still squabbled like siblings, hugged, held hands, shared drinks, split food, etc. We talked of politics and philosophy; television, music and movies; blooming relationships and careers.

More specifically, our one full day went like this:
830 am I woke up and finished Confessions of an Ugly Step-Sister.
1200 pm Everyone is finally awake and showered. We went to brunch at The Crepe House. Omelette = badness... stupid healthy West coast and their grossness egg beaters. Strawberry nutella crepe = mmmmmmm.
2/3 pm Love Parade which coincided with the anti-war protests. Hippies and candy ravers, with costumes ranging from a giant, pink, fuzzy vagina costume to army boots and nothing else. It was definitely an experience. Great music.
sunset (lost track of real time) North Beach and the Cliff House. Breathtaking.
dinner @ Sushi Rock. I can't believe they play house music at restaurants.
after-dinner Cinch Saloon, a smaller, gayer, chiller version of DC's own Lucky Bar, where I may or may not have been mistaken for a drag queen.
after-party @ Club 6. Lots of fun, very chill.
3 am Left club with Ms. J_ driving. Got pulled over by nice cop who didn't give her a ticket. We skipped nite-site seeing and sent straight to the apt, where we showered in turn, packed, watched tv, talked, looked at the pics from the day, and said our goodbyes.
5 am Cab arrived to end the weekend.
6 pm Back in gloomy DC =o( but I was happy to be home and to see my boyfriend.

I knew I missed them all, but I didn't realize just how much. There's just a special bond shared between college friends. When else in life will you spend time with the same people whether you're eating, studying, drinking, partying, watching tv, or even just sleeping? We shared living spaces and we shared lives. We know each other in every situation (mostly), whether we like it or not... and we still love each other, which makes us love each other more. Evidence - this perfect weekend.