[day three of internet access involves waiting fruitlessly for the plumber to come and biking to Greenpoint with one Matthew Lehman, friend-extraordinaire. also I washed the windows and ate a veggie burger made by the skillful hands of rad cousin, J. Besack. WHAT A DAY; can’t wait for school to start. jake got a job immediately and has since been working thirteen hour days and coming home looking like some sort of bicycle coal miner. i am reverting to my old tricks of listening to L&O while making cut-and-paste cards in artistic earnestness.]
After an oppressively hot drive to BWI from Southern Maryland, several rain delays, and one big bag of carrot sticks, we landed so-late-it-was-early in San Fransisco and sped through the sleeping city in a white monster of a truck, like a band of tired gypsies. In the morning we woke, drank coffee to shake our haze, ate delicious bagels, and headed to the city.
These photos document our first days on the Best Coast.
More on cat adventures in Pacific Grove tomorrow! Because, for now, I’ve got to finish this beer and look at more free stuff on Craigslist. Errands await! Also, for some reason, my arm smells like pretzels? Enough so that I am reluctant to take a shower.