Well… In two and a half weeks or so anyway. But I’m already getting excited. And nervous.
So, remember like a year and a half ago I went to LA to sing “I Am Harvey Milk” and I met a boy from the San Francisco chorus named Erick and we hit it off and I really kinda liked him and we facetimed a lot and such? (Just look back in my blog history to like August 2014).
Well, I’m proud to announce that after all this time I’m finally heading out to SF to meet up with him.
Bout fuckin time, right?
Yeah, we’ve still kept in communication all this time. Texting and Facebook mostly– some FaceTime. There was a bit of a lull in communication when his company downsized and was trying to find another job and he was struggling with the pressures of living in the most expensive city in the universe. But things are good with him again. And after not going on vacation for a year and a half, I desperately needed just a long weekend getaway.
So I proposed a trip to visit him. And he accepted. And now I’m heading back to San Francisco.
I’m trying to make this as low pressure as possible for him. I am staying at an Airbnb, and I’m trying to plan a couple events (Giants game, Beach Blanket Babylon) so that he doesn’t feel like he had to keep me entertained. We’re just two friends reconnecting, right?
I really hope the visit doesn’t turn all awkward. But if it does, I have an old college friend who’s reached out to me (via Facebook) as well as a couple friends from the twin cities that have moved there.
And it’s only 4 days or so. What could go wrong in 4 days?