At this moment in time I am immensely tired. I haven't felt this buzzed out since Vegas.
I woke up at 7am because I had to be at the Caltrain (sort of like Countrylink) train station at 8am. This was pain. I had the worst headache of my life and I was hungover so bad. I took Ibuprofen to calm it down because I was puking and just felt so bad. I had a quick shower to wake me up and left the apartment.
I bought an all day rail pass for $18 which was quite honestly a rip off, but it was $12 either way. Funnily enough I didn't need the return ticket, which I'll get into later. I was on the train which was actually quite comfortable when I realised I didn't bring my earphones. Great, an hour and a half on a train doing absolutely nothing and I was already awake. I tried to sleep on the train but I felt like I was more leaning on the window and closing my eyes than dozing off. I told myself to just listen to my music without the earphones. Yup. My Britney playlist was on and it was starting with Work Bitch. No one really cared so I was glad about that.
I got off the train and met with my cousin (who I actually keep telling everyone is my aunt by accident). She's my eldest cousin and she's more closer to my mum's age than my age. She came to Sydney a couple of times when I was a baby but the last time I had seen her was seven years ago when I last came to the USA. We had met up in Los Angeles and spent about 5 days together doing Disneyland, Hollywood and other things. The last time I saw her in LA I realised she had gotten a bit pudgy since when I was a baby, but man she's really packed it on now! She told me her greatest relationship is with food because it doesn't fight back. Not gonna lie I did laugh but did tell her to make sure she takes care of herself and not to do it overboard. It's predominantly because she cooks a lot of Filipino food which isn't very healthy in my opinion. That's why I'm sort of happy my mum can't cook that food well, and also I don't really like it. Even though she's my cousin, her kids are still my niece and nephew in the Filipino tradition, so it was great to see them, however my nephew is a little bit bratty.
Gladly we dropped them off to their friend's birthday party (they're like 7-10 years old), and went to a shopping outlet malalto do some final shopping before I head back. All I had left to buy was something for my dad who insisted on a wool or wool/nylon jumper with a zipper or buttons and a plain design. He is so picky so I hadn't bought anything yet, especially since most of the stuff I'd seen was cotton. He's an old fashioned fart like that. I bought him a 50% wool jumper from the Burlington Coat Factory which stocks designer names for cheaper, however it was $80. Mmm, maybe my dad did deserve something expensive for once. I also got him a cotton one that looked more casual from Tommy Hilfiger. Lucky him, he gets two. I went to the Nike Store and after a month of not finding running shoes that suit me or that won't be judged my people, I finally found a pair I fell in love with. They're bright yellow with a black Nike tick and a white sole with black specks in it. Perfect mix. Also it'll match my work uniform which has yellow in it. However I am thinking of getting a different job because my uni timetable this semester only really allows me to work Wednesdays during the day and weekends. Not very practical.
Oh speaking of which I need to do my overload application. I must not forget.
My cousin and her husband bought me a really cute vest from Tommy Hilfiger which I insisted them not to.. I hate when people spend their money on me, it makes me feel really bad. Like yeah ok all I had left on my card was $35, but I just felt horrible. But it's a cute vest. Ok no, retract that, I'm a bad person.
We had lunch in a fast food restaurant called Jollibee which is as big as Mcdonalds in the Philippines. It really is everywhere you go there from what I remember during my two trips in 2004 and 2006. I had 3 pieces of spicy "chickenjoy" which is pretty much fried chicken, fries and gravy. Oh it was so fucking good. But oh so bad. But I honestly think if I were to eat KFC back home I'd eat more than that, and also counting the fact I didn't have breakfast. Maybe I'm just trying to find excuses for myself to save me from paranoia.
My cousin made the spontaneous decision to spend the night in San Francisco so it would be easy for them to pick me up tomorrow to spend the whole day together. My cousin is like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. For her it's either her way or the no way, and she is very short tempered. She's changed a lot since the last time I came here, and she has even argued with my mum numerous times on the phone (which I actually find so funny). I told her she didn't have to do that, but she insisted she would. So we picked up the kids and drove up to San Francisco.
Her family and I and also my male cousin that I'm staying with in his apartment had dinner in Chinatown which was absolutely delicious, and not so expensive. I told them I'd see them tomorrow and me and my male cousin (whose id I was using to get into clubs) thought we'd try go out clubbing. At this moment it is raining horribly and being a nuisance.
I don't want to write the names of the clubs but they were VERY big clubs in San Francisco.
The first club we went to was a ticketed event to two very big international DJs. Imagine trying to get into Pacha or Marquee with the same id. Freaky. We learnt that it was a tickets only event (wtf? We were willing to pay 100 for door tickets just like how Pacha or Marquee marks up their prices at the door). We moved onto the next club which is another big club in San Francisco. I was at the front of the line talking to the guard.
Guard: What's your D.O.B?
Me: (gives correct D.O.B)
Guard: (looks me up and down) Why does it say you're 5 foot 10?
Me: Dude I'm from Texas.
Yeah ok I'm really 5 foot 5 or 6 but I wasn't gonna say that? I had to think of something stupid.
Guard: Just wait on the side. (calls on his radio mic for someone)
I'm waiting on the side for five minutes absolutely scared to death he was going to call the police or he was going to call another guard to bash me or just make fun of me in front of everyone.
Me: Dude, if I can't get in, I'll just take my money somewhere else.
I think that's what sold it. Also I was wearing really good clothes (like I always do when I go clubbing, I tend to overdress, unless of course I'm being a trashbag slut at Oxford Street). At this point another guard came.
Guard 2: It's cash only. (waves me in)
Fuck yes. Oh wait, no. It's cash only. I only had card. And it wasn't my travel money card, it was my savings card from back home (which works when using the savings/credit machines in places such as restaurants or cafe's or at cashier desks but I had never tried it in an ATM). Oh fuck, the ATM near the cashier wasn't taking my card. The cashier dude took my id and told me to try the ATM inside and come back, using my card as security. I tried using the ATM inside, and at the same time, surveyed the area and dancefloor. It was full of people but the music was so not my type and not pumpy at all. We wanted an EDM and house night. Not this slow shit. I told him my card wasn't working and I was going to use one in the bank but I just used it as an escape regime to tell my cousin this "upscale" San Francisco nightclub wasn't worth the $20. I only had contact on Facebook because my phone ran out of credit. He was about to pay the $20 when he left the line (after making it past the security guard, wtf?) and said he had to take a call.
We ventured on to a gay bar around the corner (yes I came out to my cousin and I actually brought him to a gay bar, wow). The security guard was at the front and I literally just walked straight past him, he didn't even check me. He looked me up and down, obviously knowing I was a massive faggot with a good sense of style possibly synonymous with rich preppy boy with loads of cash willing to take more loads in the night. Oh great. Another place that had people in it, but the music was so shit. Why was it that every place I got in, the music was really bad?
We decided to try the Castro district which was the gay district. My cousin got a cab and dropped me there before the cab continued on to the apartment, he was really tired. I tried the 2nd biggest gay club/bar in San Francisco and got rejected for not having other forms of id to support mine. Ok, I tried the club I got into on Friday, which was the biggest gay bar in San Francisco. Oh shit, it's a new guard. He was really rude and asked me the same thing and told me "this is not your id, go away". So pretty much these guards KNOW that I am using someone else's id, they just want me to have another form of id to back them up in the rare and very unlikely circumstance cops raid the club and check everyone's id. That's so stupid.
I called my cousin to pick me up saying I wasn't going to push my luck anymore, and having an amazing night yesterday was good enough for San Francisco nightlife. On the way to the car I stopped by a bakery which sold cookies, brownies... and penis "cookies". They were more like coconut macaroon cake topped with chocolate, cut in the mould of a penis (with various shapes and sizes), testicles with coconut shavings on top.
Me: Can I have a dick please?
Group of gay guys behind me: (One saying) You can have mine.
Me: (turns around and does a slutty smile)
Yeah he was hot.
Shopkeeper: Which dick would you prefer?
Me: Any.
Shopkeeper: They're all different c'mon I know you bottoms are selective!
Me: Ok I'll have the back one.
Shopkeeper: I was right. You can't have a dick without cum! (Nozzles whipped cream on the top).
Oh this was interesting. I went back to the car and showed my cousin who just shook his head and laughed and showed his girlfriend via message my new dessert. I still haven't finished it, half of it is in the fridge, it is so rich. Normally I can finish the d.. I guess not tonight.
After that me and my cousin just talked for a while and I went to bed.
I think the thing that I hate the most is the weather here, it's ruining my plans and sightseeing and it's such an inconvenience and I am getting drenched. I still can't believe I've been in San Francisco for nearly a week. That's crazy. Time flies.
Oh yeah and I have $10 on my travel card and not even sure if my savings card is going to work. But luckily enough all I have left to buy is American chocolate to take home and some clear earring studs to change before I get on the plane.
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