i'm leaving my heart in san fransisco
I took two rocky plane rides to begin my latest adventure. Flying to Minneapolis, to San Fransisco, where I joined my brother and my parents to celebrate my cousin's wedding. From here I will drive to Vancouver with my parents, where I will do my internship at CTV before heading off to visit them in France. With all this travel lined up, I take a deep breath, and feel like myself again. The excitement of life and unexpected pleasures run through my body once more.
Our first destination, San Fransisco, has been a celebration. The wedding took place in a small town outside of the city, an old hippie community that has also turned into a gay community in the past 15 years. I've never been in a small town that felt so open minded.
We stayed in a small kitschy resort of small cottages, other family members in different themed ones across from us. Ours was something along the line of a wilderness mountain theme.
Our first night relatives poured into our cottage to say hello, drink in hand, and for a notoriously distant family we talked late into the night. We feasted on real, spicy, Mexican food, and I licked my fingers and praised California.
The next day my cousin, soul mate, and inspiration, was married. She married in the backyard of a friends house, with a Mexican day of the dead theme. An alter commemorated friends and family, gone but there in spirit. The dark skies cleared up, and they exchanged honest vows, danced to Johnny Cash, fed each other cupcakes, and enlightened all my ideas on how a marriage should take place.
Once again, we feasted on Mexican food. I licked my fingers and praised California once more. I made my first wedding speech, to the woman who has made it to every wedding whether she had money or a ride to get there.
The after party was at a gay bar on a leather fetish night. They are a pretty crazy couple after all. I took pride in introducing a group of young gay men to my parents: "...yeah, we go to gay leather nights together all the time."
We wished the couple all the best, and left back into the city the next day. We enjoyed the sights and sounds of San Fransisco, ate clam chowder and crab, tasted garlic ice cream at The Stinking Rose restaurant, and headed out to a friend's house where I write now.
I am hoping to find my writing again over the next few months. To find parts of myself I have forgotten. If there's anything I appreciate in life, it's a change of scenery and a new adventure.