Spring Break Part II

I was really going to include photos in this and the last post, but I wasn’t able to find my logo so I could watermark them. I’m hoping I didn’t forget to back it up someplace, because I recently reformatted my computer and if I can’t find it then I’ll have to remake it.

Anyway, basically the entire trip descended into drama after Tuesday. The then-friend that we went with basically kept mentioning how myself and my sister (who is only 17), should stay in the hotel while himself and my other sister went out “clubbing”, despite the fact that neither of them are 21. This was very childish considering the fact that we went on this trip together and personally I felt that if we couldn’t do it together, there was no reason to be doing it at all – and I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. I’ve no idea why I wasn’t to be included in his little excursion, I can only assume there was a yet another childish reason for his behavior that I just don’t give a shit to know about.

In terms of what tourist-y things we did, we went to Japantown, the beach, and to the Golden Gate Bridge. Japantown was really awesome, even after being there before. I’ve always had an interest in Japanese culture so it’s pretty neat to go someplace where the culture seems to be involved in everything. The street signs even had an English and a Japanese part. It’s too bad that my then-friend was too busy huffing and rolling his eyes while on his cell phone to enjoy it. Before we left, though, we went and tried sushi at what seemed to be an authentic Japanese restaurant. Although I don’t think I’ll try it again, at least I can say I’ve tried it now. Bravo to my sister April who ate several whole pieces of sushi, even if she did have to drink lots and lots of water to get them down.

The beach was really cool but the water was freezing. I haven’t seen the Pacific Ocean since I was around 6 years old. I wish the water was warmer so we could have collected sea shells and done the typical tourist stuff, but oh well. There’s no reason there can’t be a next time in a warmer climate.

The Golden Gate Bridge was okay. I knew it was pretty high up, but you don’t really realize how high up it is until you’re standing on it and look down. I know I was scared, lol. It wasn’t really all that great, especially since every time you see anything about San Francisco it is usually accompanied by a photo of the bridge. It was nice seeing it but I probably won’t venture out there again just because it was pretty far away from anything else and there were far too many annoying tourist-y types.

I forgot to mention that we also went to “the Castro”, which apparently is the “gay district” of San Francisco. My then-friend, who is gay, desperately wanted to go. So we went, and it really wasn’t very good as a place for straight people to go to because pretty much it was a street with lots of shops but geared towards gay people. There was a shop that sold tiny male underwear, gay porn, etc. I guess I can say I’ve been now, but I’ll be sure to recommend to people that it’s really not very exciting except as perhaps bragging material if you happen to be gay (“omg I’ve been to the Castro!”). It’s basically the same as the rest of the city, really, except for the rainbow flags hung everywhere they would fit and the gay porn.

I wonder if I’ll suddenly get a plethora of hits because my blog mentions gay porn. LOL

We left San Francisco on Friday. I would have thought that all the crap/drama would have been over with but of course my then-friend just had to throw something in there to be sure he was being as much of an asshole as possible. I was the first to board the plane, and I put my bag in the overhead container, sat down, turned around, and lo and behold… he had decided to drag my other sister to sit somewhere else. Not beside me. I was seething pissed – especially seeing as how I had done absolutely nothing to him (as a matter of fact, I had just decided to ignore him because I wasn’t sure what I would say if I let myself explode on him). After I said, “you’ve GOT to be kidding me, thanks a lot guys” in a slightly more than normal decibel I was told “but he wanted to take pictures” and I had sat in the window seat. Nobody had ever said anything to me about being desperate to sit in the window seat, and since I was the first one on I just sat down in the farthest seat. If someone had mentioned to me that they wanted the window seat I wouldn’t have minded, I’ve been on a plane often enough that it’s not a big deal. But, no, he just had to have some sort of a cover story in case I did get pissed as to why he was being so childish that he wouldn’t even sit by me on the plane.

It was at this point I realized how much some of my high school friends have really changed. I’ve stuck to my guns, so to speak, and refused to drink/smoke/be retarded and meanwhile people like my then-friend have descended into immaturity lined with generous amounts of alcohol. I don’t feel bad saying this here, because after the trip he – in a great show of drama – “defriended” me on Facebook, which I’m assuming I was supposed to be upset about. I’m assuming this was to prevent me from seeing his status updates complaining about what a bitch I supposedly was (the same bitch other people on the trip said that I wasn’t being). This blog is open to anyone, everyone, and I know that – and I don’t care. I also don’t ban people from viewing it, unless they’re spamming or hacking. So, in short, if he comes across this, let me say this, because you’re apparently “done with me” by no fault of my own: you are the biggest hypocrite and I still vividly remember you telling me you would never be one of those stupid college kids drinking every weekend. You were and are so incredibly selfish to try to shove me and my sister off at the hotel. You cemented your childishness in my memory forever when you decided to take everyone else out to breakfast without me without even asking me, and I have no idea what you told them as to why I “wouldn’t want to go”. When I told Candace about this, she was completely aghast – she also couldn’t believe this was the same person we knew in high school. So, in short, Jake, go to whatever Hell you Catholics believe in.

It’s really too bad that the trip had to be tainted with that asshole’s behavior because I think it would have been a lot of fun, otherwise. I did have a lot of fun anyway, but when he just pegged me out to be an asshole to in some attempt to cause drama to complain about in his Facebook updates it sort of clogs up the fun machine. I can safely say that I won’t ever go on another trip with him, or be hanging out with him again. At least, however, I can say that unlike him, my mommy didn’t pay for my trip – I did, with my money, that I earned – and when I got home, I knew how to do my own laundry.