Ghost ride the whip

I had an awesome weekend in the Bay.

For the first time in 2.5 years, every member of our "Saxon" crew in college came together.

The occasion was for the Nike Women's Marathon, where some of our friends finished a grueling 13 mile run, facing hilly San Francisco streets and the chilly Bay Area morning cold. I can't even comprehend the testicular fortitude it takes to keep yourself going for 13 miles. My roommate Gordon finished in close to 2 hours.

2 hours!

That Chinaman was so fast he got to the finish line before our slow ass spectators' bus got there and had to celebrate his finish all alone. Sorry man, maybe you shouldn't have run so damn fast.

So big lots props to my friends Gordon, Simon, Nhim-pho, Jamil's Karen, Vinh sausage, Eric, Mya, Xtine, Calvin, Will, and Kathlen J, and the other 20,000 runners who set that Oct 19th finish line as a goal long ago and made it across. They all ran for a great cause, and wanksters like me on the sideline were genuinely inspired and impressed.

As for the rest of the weekend, it was like college all over again except we replaced the dorms with condos and houses that some of our friends can say they own. BALLINNNNN!

I can't say enough how good it felt to re-live the glory days with the people who made college seem more and more like college.

And SF is always beautiful. The downtown skyline and vibe are the best on the west coast. Every suburb we kicked it at was chill. The only bad thing you could say about the Bay is that a sorry team like the Oakland Raiders calls it home. But hey, I'll let that slide. You'll never have to try too hard to get me to go back.

Back to reality down south now. But I return refreshed and with some more great memories to carry with me.

Next stop: Vegas, baby.

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On a side note: I also experienced my first gay bar/club outing in West Hollywood. No, that did not include any first gay experimentation as well.

And if you want a sure way to NOT get any sleep when you have to wake up at 5:30am to catch a flight, invite Matt and Tony to sleep over at your place after they've drunk a 40 oz or two. That will guarantee not getting a wink of peaceful sleep, but at least it'll be some hilarious shit.