I picked the wrong boost station, sponsored by Fairfield Inn and Suites. I am sitting next to a 20-something year old woman explaining the pitfalls of Shopify to an Asian man. Her name is Louella. She called her mom to ask what the deal was with the weather in San Francisco. Her mom said, “It’s hailing! It never hails here!”
Two hours ago, I drank a Brooklyn Lager at a crab-themed restaurant named Philipps. It was so hot in there, I took off my coat, and my hoodie, to reveal the back brace. I am wearing a back brace. I’m drinking beer, checking my email, revising a spreadsheet, and considering but not really considering reading Fear of Flying — LOLOLOLOLOL — and clandestinely checking out everyone in the place while wearing a back brace.
Louella is like the Lena Dunham of ecommerce. “I may not be the storefront of the generation, but I may be a storefront of a generation.”
One hour ago, I drank a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale at Ruby Tuesday’s, accompanied by a skanky plate of chips and guacamole. I thought, ok, this is not the poorest decision one can make, until an Asian guy sitting at the bar ordered a Heineken and a salad. WELL, SHIT.
There are two types of people who travel on Tuesdays: the people wearing neck pillows, and everyone else.
"A nice room at the Clift awaits u,"
Prince Dad texted.
Also a $20 breakfast of coffee, soy milk, and oatmeal served on a silver tray with brown sugar and a starched white napkin.
Also an iHome docking station that has played After the Gold Rush approximately 700 times.
Also rum raisin Malin + Goetz shower gel.
Just another 10 hours to go.