I flew over on Wednesday and had to get up at 6am and got my flight at 9:30. Luckily I didn’t have to sit next to anyone but due to Tuesday evening being not quite as quiet as planned I was rather tired and fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke up and think that I may have dribbled while sleeping but I don’t think anyone noticed. When sleeping in an aeroplane I always wonder if I snore (which I do very rarely) and piss all the people off, but when I woke up people didn’t seem to care about me which I took as a good sign. Watched two films, “Shoot’em Up” with this English bloke and Monica Belluci (forgive me for forgetting his name but I was more focussed on Mrs. B) and Ratatouille (which took me like 5 mins now to figure out how to spell), which was quite fun and at one point I got surprisingly emotional as all the rat’s friends and family helped him out when he was in need - even the Dad-Rat who was upset that he wanted to become a chef instead of being the poison sniffer for the community. Changed perspective on rats for me, never knew some of them could cook. The rest of the time I watched DVDs and played this funny quiz on my monitor and watched an old lady ahead of me play it too. Felt quite embarrassed when she knew a Music question I had gotten wrong but I think all in all I was better than her which got me thinking if I was perhaps the most intelligent person on the plane (stupid things you think about 10,000m up in the air). I always had a feeling that some people were watching me do this quiz which is why whenever I got a supposedly easy question wrong I tried to pretend to go like “Oh, of course, I knew that but misunderstood the question”.
Luckily there was only one annoying kid on the plane and it was quiet most of the time, other than on my flight to Bermuda the other month where I really grew a hatred on screaming kids on planes. Then again there aren't many people who actually like screaming kids on planes.
When I arrived in SF at 12:30 I got picked up by a driver – first time I had someone with one of these name boards wait for me. He drove me to my apartment and told me about SF and that he used to be a mile runner and his best time was like 4:02, which, for any sports enthusiasts amongst you, is pretty damn good.
Appartment I have here for now (I may have to move) is really nice, one bedroom with kitchen, living-room, TV, balcony, and a phone. There were even some messages on the answering machine which was for someone who hadn’t been paying some bills and I got a call from some computer on my phone from some mortgage company after I got all excited that someone was calling me. Area is in the North-East of SF on SoMa (South Market), a kind of funky area which has been re-developed and is right by the bay. Nice in most parts, a bit scruffy in others. Hung out, bought some stuff at the supermarket (in which I was ID’d for buying beer) and later went for some Mexican food with Ben, Sandra, Liz and Alison who picked me up. It was my 2 year Google anniversary that day so it was quite a good day for reflection on that time (and of course some drinks). Food, we agreed on though, wasn't great and too expensive and Sandra's food, instead of being all colourful and Mexican, looked more like some mud in a dirty puddle.
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