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After a few month of friendly chatting, my buddy Philip raised some money
to grow his online advertising
marketplace and I was asked
to fly out to San Francisco to interview for the job.
I ended up flying into San Jose and staying near the airport
there (neither Philip or I had any sense of the geography
out here and at the time, this seemed to make sense) I checked
into my room at the Hyatt (where my comments are appreciated)
and
got
on
the
phone
trying
to
find something
to eat. Even though it was only 11pm, there was NOTHING open
in the vicinity. My only choice was...
...awwww, yeah - muthafucking Dominos.
After I was finished housing the pie, Philip swung by and
we hit the town looking for a drink. Believe it or not, the
only bar that we found that was open was this karaoke bar.
(I swear, we weren't even looking for karaoke).
Gloria, how's it gonna go down?
Will you meet him on the main line? Or catch him on the rebound?
Will you marry for the money and take a lover in the afternoon?
Well, I feel your innocence slipping away. And no, Gloria,
I don't think it's coming back soon.
After my screaming rendition of Gloria's tale of woe (that
crazy whore)...Philip wanted to sing something easy.
Something Easy Like a Sunday Morning (ahh-ahh-ah-ahhhhhhhh.)
After our jams, we were shooting the shit about his company
and the prospect of me moving out to San Francisco when this
lady (who weighed like 83lbs and was totally spun out of
her mind on meth) came over to us and just kept talking and
talking and talking and talking. The only time she even stopped
to take a breath was when she smiled for this photo. After
ten minutes of politely enduring her word-torrent and hinting
that we were ready to be left alone, we finally gave up
and literally walked away in the middle of her (still!) talking. Thumbs
up for meth!
The next morning I got up early (which always happend when
you fly west) and had myself a little poolside snooze in
the sunshine.
The meth-lady the previous night had shaken my confidence
in my ability to adapt to the west coast, but the palms swaying
in the morning breeze made me feel a little better.
But could I actually live out here? I wasn't sure.
At 12:30, Philip picked me up and we headed over to his company's
new incubator offices in Menlo Park.
The interview went great (as you know, I was offered the
job and took it) and afterwards, we headed into San Francisco
and met up with some friends for drinks.
Philip invited his friends Jim and James (of HotorNot.com fame).
And
I invited Brian and Alysha (who I know from ModemMedia waaaaay
back in the day).
After drinks, I headed to the airport (excited, but scared
out of my tiny mind with the thought of leaving my entire
life behind and moving out to San Francisco).
Emergency exit, anyone?
(added
on 01.06.2005)
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