Scooter!

First and foremost, for those that are wondering, yes, I survived this weekend's festivities. I basically avoided entering the physical space surrounding the fair (luckily they blocked off the back alley that leads to the entrance of my building), but Beth & I did get a chance to go up on the roof of our building with some people and watch from up there for a while. That was good enough for me.

In other news, when we were coming home from Berkeley Sunday afternoon we walked by a store that I see all of the time that sells electric scooters. They happened to have a sign up that the models they're selling, which normally go for $2500, are on sale for $1195 because the manufacturer is trying to promote them. As you all know, it's been less than a month since I arrived here, and I haven't been exactly carless when you consider all of the weekend trips to Target/CostCo/etc, but I'm thinking this might be a nice option for occasional trips to the other side of the city. They can go up to 30mph (which should be fast enough to keep up with most city traffic), are legal to ride in traffic OR the bike lane, are completely electric (no gas), and most importantly, look pretty dorky. They're perfect!

I still haven't made a final decision, but the sale supposedly ends tomorrow. I may have to change the title of this blog to "Adventures On A Green Bee Scooter" if temptation gets the best of me.

Preparing

This weekend is the Folsom Street Fair, which apparently if you're from around here is something you've at least heard of (and if you're not from here, you can read about: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folsom_Street_Fair). As it turns out, our apartment is centered right in the middle of the area where the fair is held, and we'll be able to watch most of the action from our balcony (just because you can do something doesn't mean you have to or want to).

I'm prepared for this event, but I thought I'd post now about it since I may be too traumatized on Monday to talk about it.

Beth and I are also planning to sneak out to Berkeley again this weekend, where another festival is going on called "How Berkeley Can You Be?". I just happened to be in town last year visiting my mom while this was going on, so I'm familiar with it. The most memorable part was the car show, and in particular this car: http://www.sashimitabernaclechoir.org/ (watch one of the videos).

Wish me luck!

I Guess He Really Wanted A Bagel!

This morning I had one of my first reminders that I'm actually living in the city, and not just some tourist trap with good restaurants and pretty scenery. After walking 2 miles to work like I do every morning, today I decided that I needed some food if I was going to make it to lunch, so I stopped in the Noah's Bagels down the block from my office. When I walked in it was pretty crowded, and I couldn't tell who was waiting for their food and who hadn't ordered yet. I made my way past a few people so I could take a look at the board and decide what to order, and next thing I knew the girl behind the counter was pointing at me and rushing me to order. I turned towards her, and before I could even open my mouth, a very short, very bald man behind me with Very Short Very Bald Man Syndrome (VSVBMS) started SCREAMING about how I had cut him in line. (Nevermind the fact that there was another girl behind the counter already motioning for him to come up and order through her.)

Normally I might have just ignored him, but for some reason today I was particularly bothered by this behavior, so I instantly backed up and said something to the effect of "I didn't see you there, but since you want to make SUCH a big deal about it, go ahead and order!" As is typical of very short, very bald men with VSVBMS when you actually stand up to them, he got quiet and refused to step up to the counter. The standoff lasted about 10 seconds, with me repeating "No, come on, it was such a big deal to you" and him motioning for the guy behind him to go ahead of him, but he finally did step up and order. I then ordered with the other woman, still standing there, and by the time I turned around to pay, the guy was gone. I kind of hope he ran out of the store in embarrassment.

I still love the city, but I guess I need to remember that I'm going to run into more self-important people here than I'm used to. Trust me, they exist in Phoenix too, but they're usually sitting in their BMWs on the 101 instead of harassing me while I'm getting breakfast.

I Hate Target

Before two weeks ago, I hadn't moved in over 5 years (and the last time I was just out of school, so I didn't have a ton of money to spend on luxuries like furniture). I'm still learning just how much _crap_ you have to buy when you move into a new place -- especially when you got rid of a lot of stuff that wouldn't have survived a long-distance move. Beth & I have had to make three trips to Target in the last two weeks, and after this weekend's venture, I officially hate Target.

This time we had to drag my mom with us because, as you all know, I don't have a car. The premise of the trip was that we had to return one of the two bookshelves we bought, because the geniuses that made it forgot to drill the pre-drilled holes in one of the sides of the frame. While we were there, we ended up picking up three more bookshelves (one to replace the defective one), a whole bunch of stackable pieces that will form two dressers, and a microwave. We only got around to opening the microwave box yesterday, and found that the top of it is totally dented in. After that I just didn't have the energy to open any of the other boxes.

Beth and I have already agreed that we're going to live with a dented microwave if it turns out that all of the other things we bought are fine. Anyone want to take a bet that I'll be heading back to Target next weekend?

(On a positive note, we finally got internet in the apartment this weekend.)

The apartment is (basically) done

I came home pretty late last night (after meeting up for drinks with some old co-workers from Pittsburgh that happened to be in the area), and the apartment felt like a different place. Beth has put in a ton of work unpacking the rest of our stuff for the last two days, and yesterday she put up most of our pictures. That little finishing touch made the place really feel like a place someone lives in (even if I'm not quite yet recognizing it as my home... that will happen when I know how to navigate in the dark).

All that's left is to buy a couple more dressers/bookshelves to store the rest of our crap, and we're done with the moving process!

Microclimates

I'd heard before that weather in San Francisco is different, but I really think you have to be here for a little while to experience it. Back in Phoenix, if you check the weather and it says 80 degrees (or 180 degrees), it's that temperature throughout the city. Here, walking two blocks can make a major difference.

Last night Beth and I went with two of her friends to see the Giants and Diamondbacks play at AT&T Park. The stadium happens to be right on the southeastern edge of the city, up against the water. I had walked to work (as usual) in the morning, bringing only a light jacket, and was fine all day. I didn't realize notice a difference until we actually got to our seats, but holy crap is it cold at the stadium! We spent about 3 hours getting pounded by the wind from the Bay (and drinking beer) -- but as soon as we made it a few blocks on our walk home, it was back to manageable again.

Lesson learned: You don't check the weather for the city here. You check it for whatever corner you happen to be standing on.

I Found Chipotle

All can be right in the world... yesterday, during my walk to work, I happened to stumble upon that sight that most hungry people dream about. It's 5 blocks away from my work, if that.

I know it isn't your typical Los Betos style grease, but for now I'll take it! I guess I can survive here.

I'm here!

I wanted to give everyone (all 0 of you that are reading this as of now) a quick update on life, but this one is going to have to be somewhat short, because I actually have work to do. I'm still the new guy, and I need to at least attempt to make a good impression!

In a nutshell, after about 10 years of talking about it, all planning went out the window and I moved to San Francisco on a whim.

- For July 4th weekend, Beth and I came up to the Bay Area to visit my mom. During the trip we talked about how awesome it would be to live here, but since I had said that about a million times before, I figured we were just dreaming.
- During that same trip, one of Beth's closest friends (who lives in the city) mentioned that she could get us an amazing deal on an apartment in her building. I still figured we were just dreaming out loud.
- After returning back to Phoenix, we talked about it some more, and after a couple of weeks I posted my resume on dice just to see what kind of response I would get (still thinking this would go nowhere).
- During the next three weeks, things were a blur. I was pretty much bombarded, mostly with recruiters, and spent about 1-2 hours per day doing phone screens with many of the recruiters/companies that contacted me, somehow fitting it all in before and after work.
- I ultimately lined up interviews with three of the companies, and flew up to San Francisco the morning of August 7th, stuffing in _long_ interviews with all 3 companies on the 7th and 8th. The first company I met with, the evening of the 7th, ended up making me an offer the same day.
- Beth then flew up to meet me on the 9th, we signed the lease paperwork at the apartment, and on the 10th we drove back to Phoenix in my mom's car, which she was nice enough to loan me for a few weeks.

After that, the rest is history. We sold both of our cars, rented out our houses (to friends), quit our jobs, and got everything loaded into a UHaul, all in about 3 weeks. We finally left AZ the morning of the 3rd, arrived in SF on the 4th, and we (okay, mostly Beth) have been unpacking ever since. I started the new job yesterday, and still can't believe it was only two months ago that this whole thing started.

Gotta run, but I'll just end by saying that walking to work and living in the city is pretty damn awesome.