seeing artistic

Last night, after we walked Pippen, Mandi and Aaron took me to see two art gallery openings. One was sort of modern street art which was pretty neat, although this particular selection wasn't quite my style and the other was comic strip style work which was pretty hysterical. It was really cool to go to and feel somewhat local for a couple of hours. It was also really interesting to see how the art itself was actually displayed.

This morning Juliann, Amy, Genevieve (another GP intern from Montreal) and I all met up at an art festival down on Union St. Nothing too exciting at the festival itself, lots of expensive food, some free food, lots of cool T-shirts, some not so cool T-shirts. From there though we walked down to the Marina district for a lovely view of the Bay. We could see the Golden Gate bridge just peaking out of the fog on one side, and a crystal clear view of Alcatraz on the other. As usual there were people sailing all over the place and a seal even popped up to say hello. The hike back to the bus was brutal though, all up hill made for four very steep blocks. But, we did get to see Mrs. Doubtfire's house!

I'm slowly trying to buy food and build up a bit of a pantry so I can actual cook to a certain degree but it's so expensive here - even at the Safeway I stopped at on the way home! Not impressed. Oh well, what do you do? I'm only here for two and a half months anyway. And surprise surprise, as I write this Shivs is collapsed on my lap again. Love.

I honestly think I should start a new little section to talk about all of the crazy people I come across in San Francisco each day... since there were a few today, I might as well give it a shot.

Characters of the Day:

1) The crazy black man who got on the bus and sat down next to a Chinese fellow. The Chinese fellow promptly moved a few seats over and then got yelled at by the black guy about how he must think he's way too good followed by a whole slew of racist labels.

2) The lady who brought her poodle on the bus... in a stroller.

3) The man who was sitting at the bus stop when I was heading home, he looked a little grizzly but I wasn't frightened persay, but I didn't particularly want to sit next to him either so I just stood. He got up and walked over and said "You know, if you want to sit down I can move if you're afraid to sit next to me. I know I can be a little rough around the edges." I told him it was cool and he sat back down. And the first thing he yelled once he sat on the bus was "Yippee-i-yo!"

4) My personal favourite. Two mentally challenged people, a boy and a girl, in their early twenties, who were sitting next to us. They were just so content and had no barriers in their conversation and felt free to do or say whatever they wanted. The girl had pulled bubble wrap out of the garbage because she enjoys popping it and together they sat there popping bubble wrap on the bus and chatting. Someone sat down next to the girl and she said to the boy that she didn't feel comfortable and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close and said "Don't worry, I will do whatever I need to to take care of you. I have to be a good man."