Love Fest SUCKS ASS

Last night I had a dream that I was stuck at my parents cabin because the ferries were full from Kingston to Edmonds. Since I was stuck, I had to call in sick to work. I called my boss and he was like "well can you get proof that the ferries are full?" and I was like "I can get my parents to write a note." It was a bizarre dream. I think it was a metaphor for feeling stuck in this dead end job.

Yesterday I went with a SF hiking group on a 12 mile urban hike. We started at 9th and Irving, walked through Golden Gate Park to Ocean Beach, headed up the hill to this lookout, went through the Sutra Baths, over to Baker Beach, along the Presido, passed the Golden Gate Bridge and ended up in Marina where we took buses back. Everyone in the group was older, but I really enjoyed it. It was a beautiful 70 degree day. The hike was long, but the intensity wasn't there. I prefer hikes with a lot of elevation.- I prefer hiking fast and sweating like a pig. I also prefer hikes out in the middle of nowhere, I didn't really enjoy it when we crossed through the neighborhoods. But it is hard for me to think of things I enjoy more than hiking.

I have been thinking a lot lately, maybe too much.

On Saturday I stopped by love fest to meet up with a friend. It made me realize how totally completely and utterly different I am from this friend. I went there and almost had a panic attack. (I don't do well in crowds sometimes). There were way too many people, many of them high-schoolers on E wearing booty shorts jiving to loud abrasive techno music. Then when I finally met up with my friend, he was on E and he was all sweaty and smacking his lips. So I left. I am not trying to say that I am really really mature (I can be really immature actually), but I am not really interest in rubbing up against 18 year olds in a sweaty day rave where everyone is completely fucked up. Not my scene.