Man, this weather officially sucks major black ghetto balls.
We had a boat tour cruise leaving Pier 33, closeby to Fisherman's Wharf, towards Alcatraz Island at 10am. I met with Joyce and Linda at the hotel and we made our way, actually on time by 30 minutes. This was predominantly because I had found the bus stop before meeting them because if we were late it would be a total inconvenience for the rest of the day.
It was very cold once we got off the ferry which gave us picturesque views of the Bay area and the Golden Gate Bridge. We arrived in Alcatraz Island, a closed down old prison which was home to well known (and Hollywood portrayed) criminals such as Al Capone and Machine Gun Kelly. Personally, Scarface is one of my favourite movies of all time, not only because Al Pacino is such an amazing actor, but also the direction and plot was captivating. The prison itself reminded me a lot of the movie Shutter Island with Leonardo Dicaprio. Basically you had these miniscule cells, most consisting of simply a "chair" which was pretty much an elevated piece of metal and a "table" which was yet another elevated piece of metal, and a toilet. No bed. No blanket. No window. It would've been torture to live there, but not so much physical torture, moreso of a psychological torture. We walked into the kitchen area and into the isolation area which was quite macabre to view. You would have total darkness for lengths as long as a month even. It would've been pain. We attended a talk about escapes with many people attempting to escape and actually some succeeding to get out of the building by organising escape plans for as long as 10 years consisting of a shaving razor or stealing socks or items of clothing yet everyone would pretty much die when they reached the stark waters of San Francisco bay. There were a few however that did apparently make it out, or so we think so.
We left the island at about 12:30 reaching San Francisco at like 1 with the two girls saying they were hungry and were craving Domino's Pizza. To be quite honest, I wasn't so hungry but meh. We found one near their hostel and I got a small sized pepperoni and jalapenos. Yum. I ate half of it and gave the other half to my cousin's roommate.
I got home at about 3:30 having a nap till about 5, itching to go out tonight. I didn't eat dinner and made sure I was able to sustain a good night out. The sunset here is so early that 10pm will feel like 5am. I ended up going out to the gay district, the Castro district, which was not that far from where I was staying with my cousin. I ended up telling my cousin that I was gay purely because I knew he wouldn't judge me, I mean c'mon, he is living in San Francisco and is rebelling against the passionate religious ideals of his parents. I told him not to tell anyone in the family, especially my brother, but he said he was fine with it, which I knew was going to happen anyway. I pretty much just wanted to tell him to let him know that I'll be safe out by myself. So that was one obstacle down, and the next was getting in with his ID. I was in the line to the gay bar/club with the most Google and Yelp reviews (whose name I don't want to mention purely for security reasons). I was anxious. I asked the 2 guys behind me, to act as if we were all together and they agreed. So I'm at the front of the line with my cousin's old Texas ID which has a hole in it to say that it was "invalid", not so that it was expired but because he had moved state.
Guard: Why is there a hole in your ID?
Me (in a faux Southern accent): Oh the San Francisco DMV did that because I moved from Texas.
Guard: Ok go in.
Yes. Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. Yay. I was ecstatic. I thanked the guys I was with (honestly it probably wouldn't have worked without them). Vodka red bull, my favourite. Vodka red bulls are so washed down with red bull back home but here they are lethal. It's like half a big red cup of vodka mixed with red bull. I was gone. We were having fun on the dancefloor checking out cute guys, but the music was not so great. It reminded me a lot of when I went to club G-A-Y in London. However, of course when Work Bitch came on I lost my shit. That song will forever be my fucking jam. Clubs are so weird here. They close at 2am. Talk about a lockout right? Some stay open till 4 and there's even "after hours" clubs but they stop serving alcohol at 2am so people don't really go there, apparently only to do cocaine and acid. Great. So us 3 left the club at 2am and they alerted me that there was a "French college house party" 2 blocks down that they had crashed about a month ago and no one realised. We did it...and no one realised. The amount of free alcohol there was immense, so I just got totally sloshed, naturally. You only really know you had a totally wasted night out when you relook at the selfies you took on your phone and don't even remember them. Like I have tons of photos of me with Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. What the hell? The only thing I do remember though is that things got a bit heated at about 4am because I was eating Honey and Lavender (odd flavour tbh) out of the container with my teeth and mouth and not a spoon and some guy got really offended and I realised it was time to go. The 2 guys were nice enough to drop me back to my place which was very nice of them and I went to bed ready to wake up 3 hours later for a morning train to San Jose to visit my eldest cousin.
All in all, a very good night and I didn't even have to hook up with anyone and I didn't feel bad about it. Good boy.
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