One of my dearest friends had a gallery show in Oakland this past weekend, giving me a delightful opportunity to visit the Bay area for the very first time. His show was amazing, I was able to spend some quality time with old friends and everything came up roses.
Matt's gallery show in Oakland
As what I consider to be a most enjoyable mixture of New York and Los Angeles, San Francisco had me at hello. After spending a lovely day on the other side of the Bay, I emerged from the BART in the heart of the city, where I was literally greeted by a gigantic heart shaped sculpture. Coincidence? I think not. Within 5 minutes, I had declared my undying love for this city I barely knew. As we grew more intimate over the next several days, SF delved deep into my soul, touching me in places old Los Angeles has long forgotten. In the end, SF pulled a Humphrey Bogart on me and convinced me to travel the long road back to my familiar, safe, predictable life. I will be back, SF. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and perhaps for the rest of my life.
The view from a very famous bridge.
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