- Don’t rent from Budget. Their trucks are great, but their customer service is the pits. They told me to drop off the truck today at a location that was closed for two weeks. I could go on, but after my Comcast rant I am exhausted. Just trust me on this. Unless you want to get stuck without a clue where to go in a sketchy ass neighborhood.
- We stayed at the Best Western Hitching Post in Cheyenne, Wyoming. There were horns all over the wood paneled walls, and big, dark carpets over more wood. The hotel clerk wore a kerchief around her neck with buffalo on it. It was very Twin Peaks, and I loved that place. The room was huge! And super clean. Great place to stay, especially if you have pets. There is a giant field behind the location for roaming, peeing and pooping.
- We had nothing but AM/FM radio in the truck. For 2400 miles. It was horrible. I sang a Disney song at full volume at one point in Utah, if I remember correctly, and nearly got broken up with.
- The dogs were so good. They did so well, I have to brag on them. By the third day they were miserable, I could tell, but they soldiered through. They hung in there like champs. The first day we got here Tootie tried to jump down off the porch like she had to jump down out of that tall truck. Poor thing, it was pitiful. I’ve got video of them scrambling up into the cab of that truck like billy goats I’ll try to put up later.
- The Boyfriend drove that big ass 24′ truck with his Honda attached like a pro. Donner Pass didn’t even make him break a sweat. I drove only 90 of the 2400 miles. Such a wimp. He’s my hero. He owned that truck, I tell you.
- I am covered in cuts and bruises from the move. Covered doesn’t adequately describe it, really.
- I’ve already walked more in 72 hours than I usually do in a month. This makes me happy.
- I’ve got to get my bike fixed.
- We have very friendly neighbors. The lady to our left plays violin. The guy to our right has super tall hedges surrounding his domain lending an air of creepy mystery. He has a truck with a pair of plastic balls on it, and a dog who cries long and hard when he leaves.
- Safeway is a ripoff.
- 69 cent pomegranates in the Mission.
- Our house doesn’t have air conditioning. Or heat!
- There were parrots outside the kitchen window this morning.
- I could spend hundreds of dollars every day on things I don’t need but really, really want.
- It got foggy in the East Bay at dusk the other night, and it was so surreal. The only fog I’ve seen is at night or in the morning. It looked like there was a fire somewhere nearby that had smoked up the sky.
- I miss my family.
- Tahoe National Forest smells like pure bliss. It looks awful nice, too.
- I feel really, really, really, really lucky.
Random Things about the Trip/Move
November 19th, 2007 | Lists, San Francisco, Travel
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It’s Monday! Break a leg!
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Do me a favor…ask the Hedge Neighbor if the truck balls means he’s gay.
Bat your eyes and poor on the Southern accent though to make it sound like, in our world, that is a perfectly reasonable assumption.
It has been SO fun to read your trip adventures on Twitter. I’m thrilled for you. Now, go git’em, girl! :)
I’m with Ginger. It’s been like Ricky and Lucy’s trip to Hollywood minus the Mertz’s of course.
1. Keep in mind that bikes are prohibited on BART during peak hours.
2. Google Mark Bittner’s book “The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill” to find out about where those birds came from. There’s also a movie of the same name when you have time for NetFlix.
3. If you thought those pomegranates were something, check out the farmer’s market at Market & Embarcadero. Especially on a Saturday.
4. Remember those of us who are stuck in a city with FYE while you’re looking through the CDs at Rasputin’s.
Have a happy Thanksgiving in the Promised Land.
Oh, one other thing. As you’re taking the train into town, sit on the right side and watch the buildings close to the tracks. Somewhere in Oakland you’ll see a restaurant with a sign bragging that they offer “authentic Southern cuisine.” I always wanted to find that place, walk in and announce, “I’ll be the judge of that!” If you need a taste of home and are feeling brave enough to go into that neighborhood, let us know if the claim is true.
You ARE lucky! As are all of us that live in this fine corner of the world. Now, when can you come out and plaaaay? You’ve got my number, right?
The Ferry Plaza farmer’s market is too expensive! Go to the Alemany one instead - it’s near our house so we could cook breakfast together. :)
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