Posts Tagged ‘Oakland’

Wizard Rifle, part 18: San Francisco

July 6, 2012

We ended up sleeping at Noah and Emily’s in Berkeley, CA.  I was tired and feeling flustered, but I managed.  I’m uprooting bad memories just writing this.

Sam was gone, he went for some walk.  We found him and Max and Noah got some coffee at a shop nearby.  Sam was on the phone with a friend of his mother’s – Auntie – who was hooking us up with a nice free hotel.  I came to find it was two hotel rooms – one single for Sarah and I, one two-bed for Sam and Max.  Also, while on the phone, Sam was accosted by a surprisingly insane sane man who was angry at him for talking on his cell phone.

We went into San Francisco – it was beautiful.  We checked into our hotel, the Andrews, then went into the Mission.  They ate some tacos, we looked at record stores, and I tried to have fun, but I was being inhibited – by myself.  We settled on a hill Dolores Park.  It was Mother’s Day; I called mum.

Sarah and Nicki met up with us, and Noah and Nicki parted from us shortly thereafter.  It was again the core California foursome of Sam, Sarah, Max, and I.  We walked up a great big hill to get to Auntie’s.  It was a grueling climb, but a glorious household, and I wish I’d captured more of it.  Auntie gave us jellies and a pot brownie, then we drove to the sushi joint.

I don’t remember the name of it.  I wish I did.  Auntie and her hubby showed their affluence beyond just having a nice house…  They fed the four of us an eleven course meal that never stopped coming.  It lasted multiple hours.  They said you’re remembered when you tip well.  I’ll keep that in mind when I’m made of money.  Auntie talked about how they’d just been traveling; I think they’d just returned from India, which gave her and Sarah much to discuss.  Also, I recall the bathroom being the most digestive room I’ve ever been in.  Finally, we had to tear ourselves away.  I’ll miss them.

We arrived at Knockout, owned and operated (I think?) by Samuel’s godfather, who was an old badass.  The show was fine.  Bryce showed up.  Not many people purchased anything, and the sound was kind of shitty.  Sarah and I ended up taking off early to go back to the hotel.  I personally thought San Francisco was and is a beautiful city, and I’d never really known their food to be round and round exquisite until this very trip.  Despite any heart murmurs I may have been having, I still fondly remember how sweet it was to be there, and I hope to visit again soon.

-for part of Sunday May 13th, 2012

Wizard Rifle, part 17: Oakland

July 6, 2012

Where was I…

I didn’t spend as much time in Los Angeles as I would have liked, but I wasn’t particularly impressed, and my spirit was twisted and beaten to such a measure where I wasn’t sure if I had any heart left to enjoy it.

We awoke at Max’s sister’s and had juice and some stuff.  It was decided that Sam, Sarah and I would go to Venice Beach while Max and sissy-poo and other friends would go off and do what they had to.  Slowly the plan was brought into fruition.  I don’t know if I had an inkling of how long it’d take to get to West LA but, surprise, it was a long drive. Sam seemed agitated; he was worried about getting to Oakland late.

On the beach, Sam and I had a nice heart to heart about sorrow, anxiety, and the future.  It was one of several we’d had before.  Sarah disappeared for a little bit, but we found her later.  The day was gray but warm.  Our time was sadly short, but I actually felt okay.  There was a deep pain inside of me that I couldn’t shake.  We made our way to the car, linking up with some disgusting body builders and some ex-NBA tryouts.

We drove slowly across town, under the finally-emerging sun to where Max’s was, at a restaurant called Philip’s (I think).  We picked him up, said goodbye to Sister Dameron, and drove off talking about five cent cups of coffee.  We stopped at a In-N-Out Burger, where we did not break down.

Then it was goodbye LA–

–hello to the San Fernando valley, hello to endless fields, hello to playing CONTACT and hello to another In-N-Out Burger, which we also did not break down at.  Probably because they thought we were of their kind.

We pulled into Oakland somewhat late.  The show was already underway, but Wizard Rifle was last.  We loaded in and Sarah took off with her friend Nicki.  I hung around at the show and we crashed at Noah’s.  I have no strong memories or opinions or feelings of that night, except for this vague and secretly totally identifiable rage in my breast, which I’m declining to divulge so as to protect myself from ridicule from myself for making myself known to strangers who might rubberneck here at any point.

-for Saturday May 12th, 2012