I had a wonderful vacation last week. San Francisco was... nice. We drove the cheap way there (no toll roads listed via Google) and ended up being accosted by bugs and the smell of cow shit. HOURS of bugs and cow shit. Every time I'd try to squeegee off the carcasses they'd be replaced by ones that were twice as big. It was like a story right out of Night Gallery. You know... where the guy washes the spider down the drain. Each time he hears the drip he finds a bigger spider. then there's one the size of a pony... anyway, I've totally dated myself.

San Francisco. What can I say about San Francisco that hasn't been said? I was led to believe it was a gorgeous city filled with sites and sounds unlike anyplace in California. I'll be honest... I expected something like West Hollywood, only with nicer buildings. What we got was streets filled with tourists and homeless people. Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful time. I just hate when people build something up to where you're expecting the next best thing to traveling to Europe. My first thought when someone asks me about my trip is "Fuck those streets". That's what I said most. They were steep and made me feel out of shape. Really, really out of shape. I wanted climbing gear. Seriously... mountain goats would be bitching.The buildings were nice and the eateries where wonderful. We found a few cafes that really stuck out. Jake got sick the night before my birthday and spent that day in bed. That night we went out to the most awesome dinner. The steaks were humongous. It was like a side of cow. The prices were pretty steep too, but worth every penny. We had a wonderful waitress and the ambiance was super romantic. I think the only WTF moment was when two German men were seated next to us. Both were well over 300 pounds and ordered the biggest steaks, side dishes and appetizers. It was insane. I don't think I could put away the amount of food they did in a week. The next day we walked through China town. The shops on both sides were FILLED with touristy items. I was quite sad as this was one of the places Jake wanted to go. We walked through and to Fisherman's wharf where we could catch the boat to Alcatraz. Out of everything I was looking forward to this day most. The boat ride was fast and all their warnings of 13 stories worth of steps turned out to be an easy walk. We did the audio tour (HIGHLY recommended) and I was in heaven. That day was my favorite. On the way back to the docks Jake and I looked around and all we saw was tourists. Ironically it was the same thing when we walked outside of our hotel. We looked at each other and Jake said he wouldn't mind leaving a day early. I jumped at the idea. We took the bus back (again, fuck those streets) and that was an experience in itself. People packed in like sardines and shoved each other for space. Ironically no one bitched. When I got up to leave there was a whole lot of bitching going on... from me. Three people dove for my spot, practically knocking me over. They literally pushed me out of the way. I was so glad to be off that bus. We walked back to the hotel, paid the insane parking fees (with a HUGE discount even) and off we went. This time we took the partial toll road route (which ended up not having any toll) to snip off a few hours and our save our sinuses. Over all I'd have to say this was the best birthday ever and I just love Jake for it.

So I had a pissy moment when I got back. I looked on nct and noticed 3 people had wished me happy birthday. Others who hadn't even been on the board for a while had gotten much more. I know it's totally childish... but felt ignored. People mentioned that they had wished me well via text messages and on Facebook... which is totally true. Then I started thinking about it... and for the most part I chat with friends everywhere else BUT the board. Text messages, Facebook... even IMs (although I've been neglectful of that lately). Yet every morning I rack my brains for some lame rant that I type out before rushing out the door and spend a few hours at night searching for links. Jake spends the same time helping me by finding news links. The rant went from a place to share my thoughts to a chore. I stick to my blog for personal thoughts so it's really like the poor step child. Second hand everything and hardly any loving. This morning I took a deep breath and posted the end of the front page. I'm not removing the forum. That stays intact until there is no activity. It's where Jake and I met. Where Jenn Jenn roamed. Where my life flourished for the past eight years. So many memories. So many wonderful people stepped through it. I can't bring myself to shut it down. But cutting out the front page will give Jake and myself more time to relax together. More time to go on evening walks and just be together. There has to be a time when you make changes for the good of the relationship. For me... that time was today.

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Glad you returned safely :)

Glad you returned home safely :D

Thank you, baby! *hugs* We spent the rest of the week 'consoling' the cats (and playing on the XB360).

Evening walks are good! :o)

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