The last weekend for the cheese in the City was an oddly bittersweet affair. Friday night was spent at zeitgeist. Beers all night compliments of mr. halisy, and the cheese is ever grateful that this past friday was pay day.
Saturday was a mostly packing affair. Sunday was the parade.
It's rather fitting that the cheese' last weekend in SF just happened to coincide with Pride weekend. The cheese didn't see nearly as many bare male asses as he had anticipated, which isn't a particularly bad thing.
Tomorrow the cheese gets the moving truck, and Wednesday the drive commences.
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Parking you say? The cheese may have read about something like that in a book he got from the SF Public Library "Jack Ass Southern California's Who Just Can't Accept that Public Transportation, When Properly Executed (i.e. New York, London, San Francisco), is a Much Better Choice than 10,000,000 People All Driving Their Own Cars Every Day, and Why We Should Pity Them."
And no giant grapes? The hell you say!
The problem is not so much as Southerns do not like the idea of Public transportion but some how it keeps getting messed up when we try it.
The cheese thought he owned the TM on the voodoo train kit...exsulis, the cheese will see you in court, sir!
Damn you Suavo!! No one was supposed to know about that.
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