So This Is The New Year
You know, I sat here and sweated out three different versions of this post before I finally tossed it all out, said a very loud "Fuck It" in my head, and started over. I'm not going to focus on the past. I've always been good about looking ahead and having adventures and making the most of things, and goddamn it, that's what I'm going to do.
I'd been planning on going up to San Francisco this weekend to see my pal Justin's band play. He understands hobos, and we get along well. His puns are as bad as mine, and he's a genuinely good guy. But I found myself waffling last week. My car was in the shop, I was feeling depressed, and I was kinda sick from eating fast food for a solid month and a half because I didn't feel like going to the store.
But I've got a rental car with no mileage limit, and even though it drives like a walrus, it's a car. To me, cars represent possibility and independence. I can't count how many times I've just hopped in the car and drove to nowhere, just for the sheer joy of the experience and the anticipation of what I might find. If nothing interesting comes over the horizon, there's at least good music and a mobile thinking space, and that's worth a lot to me.
So I'm going to pack my suit (gotta wear fancy dress on New Year's Eve), my camera gear, a few changes of clothes and odds and ends, toss it all in The Walrus, and drive. I'm going to meet a new friend up in Santa Cruz, and she promises adventures. I'm going to go up to San Francisco and ring in the new year lookin' sharp, feelin' good, and listening to some fantastic music.
And my past? I'm going to pack bits of that away, too, and leave them at home.
I'd been planning on going up to San Francisco this weekend to see my pal Justin's band play. He understands hobos, and we get along well. His puns are as bad as mine, and he's a genuinely good guy. But I found myself waffling last week. My car was in the shop, I was feeling depressed, and I was kinda sick from eating fast food for a solid month and a half because I didn't feel like going to the store.
But I've got a rental car with no mileage limit, and even though it drives like a walrus, it's a car. To me, cars represent possibility and independence. I can't count how many times I've just hopped in the car and drove to nowhere, just for the sheer joy of the experience and the anticipation of what I might find. If nothing interesting comes over the horizon, there's at least good music and a mobile thinking space, and that's worth a lot to me.
So I'm going to pack my suit (gotta wear fancy dress on New Year's Eve), my camera gear, a few changes of clothes and odds and ends, toss it all in The Walrus, and drive. I'm going to meet a new friend up in Santa Cruz, and she promises adventures. I'm going to go up to San Francisco and ring in the new year lookin' sharp, feelin' good, and listening to some fantastic music.
And my past? I'm going to pack bits of that away, too, and leave them at home.
coughed this up at 11:42 PM
6 El Commentos:
Good for you! You go have adventures! I am rooting for you! Have some naughty hobolicious adventures.
I hope that by "drives like a walrus" you mean that you spent most of your time laying on the horn and rolling very slowly over smaller cars. That, or tusking seals.
cat: i totally will have adventures! not sure about naughty, but i think i can guarantee hobolicious.
sn: i read your comment while i was standing in line in a packed coffee shop. i cackled out loud, and people looked at me, and i couldn't stop.
i am going to be on the lookout for seals.
There are definitely seals to be seen in Santa Cruz! Ask your friend if she knows the special place where you can go down *under* the wharf (not just stand on top gawking down with all the other tourists) and stand within touching distance of the sea lions. NOT TO BE MISSED!
Also, Cupertino (ahem) is on a direct path between Santa Cruz and SF. I know, I know...busy schedule, new relationships to forge, old friends to bond with. But still...if you find yourself in need of a friendly refuge for any reason, we'll be here.
Have a great weekend, Hobo -- and a safe and festive trip!
I would never have truly understood the hobo if it wasn't for you. And that movie "Bozo Texino" about hobo graffiti. And living in San Francisco, where you must learn to differentiate between bums and hobos, the former of which smell worse, ask for more beligerantly, and can often be seen doing naughty things in naughty-smelly alleys.
So I applaud your trip. It's what a hobo would do. Home not working? You travel. When you come back, everything's better. Sure, you won't be on a train stuffed with Japanese toys or Iowegian* corn, but at least it won't be your own vehicle. And, of course, I applaud it for purely selfish reasons. Looking forward to it Hobo. We'll concoct you a proper nickname too.
* Iowan is probably more appropriate, but certainly less enjoyable.
i'm with you-2006 sucked! i'm ready for some good stuff to happen! 2007 *will* be a better year. remember when we were younger (i have no idea how old you are :) and less jaded, maybe we can recapture that a bit. have fun in your travels. . .
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