Woke up. Felt slightly chirpy. No, no I didn’t. Not very chirpy at all. More like…sore. Steve and I rearranged and plotted the furniture in his bedroom, and decided it would be best to eat before tackling the living room. When everything was completed, the apartment looked like someone could actually live in it! Here I am, looking out the window:
We drove to Berkley, and spent two hours walking around. The campus is unlike any other I’ve seen so far in my life. The town has a very Olympia, WA or Burlington, VT feel to it. Lots of street kids, tons of music shops, head shops, street vendors, and wild food options. Our walk began at People’s Park, and continued down Telegraph.
Breakfast was consumed at a local eatery. It were palatable, but by no means great. The cafe had a nice-sized container of hot sauce which I used for my potatoes. The eggs over easy weren’t so over easy. From there, we walked to a coffee shop Steve used to frequent during his Cal days. Then we walked through the campus from one end to another.
We went to the top of a bell/clock tower in the middle of campus, and from there one could see the entire bay area. I tried to take more panorama shots (like the ones of Griffith Park in January) but I do not think they will line up well. Although fog conspired to hide San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge (and Alcatraz), they were still slightly visible from our vantage point. Clearly visible was the giant “C” on the hill near the football stadium. I was told a story about how there used to be a tradition at Cal where kids would race up to it, but it became far too violent and was eventually outlawed. Didn’t something similar happen at UVM? My memory is awful.
In any event, we exited through the front gate and walked back down Telegraph Ave. to where we were parked. I passed up Rasputin Records and stopped in the Amoeba store, but they didn’t have a very good selection compared to the other two.
Steve’s apartment (interior), more unpacking and moving and arranging. The living room looks good. His computer is set up, and the cable guy is supposedly coming on Monday. We’ve done enough unpacking for now, I’m pretty sure he can handle the rest by himself.
Now I’m at Revolution Cafe scribbling this all down quickly, while everyone else is at Dolores Park. I guess we’re all are creatures of habit, returning to the places we know how to find, and not worrying about discovering new things…I knew this place had free Internet access (and $3 pints of Sierra Nevada’s seasonal, Fat Tire, Prohibition, and Boont!), and they knew where the park was.
I am enjoying a moment by myself.
I don’t know what we’re doing tonight, but Ilya will be driving me back tomorrow. My arrival is anticipated by…no one.
