Single Serving Friends & San Francisco Giants

I started interning in San Francisco in June. My ultimate goal has always been to work and eventually move into the city, so I was pretty excited for my first role out of college to be in downtown SF.

The first day of my internship, I was overwhelmed by the city.  It’s such a different environment than what I’m used to, but I managed to get through the day. I got to my bus stop an hour early because I was too afraid to venture off by myself in an area I was unfamiliar with. I sat down, took a deep exhausting breath, and questioned whether or not San Francisco was really the place for me.

As I sat there all alone, a gorgeous, sassy Latina woman came up to me and asked if I knew what time the 56 bus came. I had a pamphlet in my purse, so I pulled it out and showed her the times.

 

The woman sat down next to me and asked how I was and what I was doing there. I told her about how it was my first day as an intern. She listened, and it felt good to talk to this stranger in a city of people I didn’t know.

We talked for the next 20 minutes, and I asked where she was going.  She told me that she was a makeup artist for porn stars and was going on location.

“It was like any other job, only that everyone’s naked.”  She said in that alluring accent.

As up front as that sounds, nothing she said was in a vulgar manner. She was an interesting person, and I enjoyed listening to her story. She told me about her journey as a makeup artist and how she got to where she is now. Prior to meeting this woman, I was overwhelmed by absolutely everything around me. But when I finished talking to her, I somehow felt much more comfortable in taking on this new phase of my life.

Like in Fight Club where he talks about “single serving friends”, this lady was my first single serving friend in San Francisco. We knew all the basic elements of each other’s live, but it was time to go our separate ways, there was that silent mutual understanding that we would never see each other again.

As my internship progressed, so did my love for the city. I wasn’t afraid to wander off anymore and wasn’t as up tight and paranoid about talking to people I didn’t know. I realized how interesting people are if we just talk to them, so I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and stopped ignoring the “single serving” strangers.

I was experiencing San Francisco on a daily basis, and found myself paying more attention to the city's pride and joy; The San Francisco Giants. I've always only liked the Giants, but have never considered myself a fan. The Yankees have always been my team, and I think of the Giants as belonging to my SF born and raised mother. The emotion she has for them runs deep, and her love for them is more authentic than the love anyone has for a sports team, and that is fact. 

When the Giants made it to the post season, I was beyond excited. San Francisco had been so good to me I knew I had to be there for them. The chemistry and passion amongst the players emulated my feelings towards their city, which made the team bigger than just baseball at that point.

When the Giants won in 2010, I wanted them to win because I knew how happy it would make my mom. This time was different. This time I wanted to experience the feeling of victory for myself. Sure enough, they won it all, and I called my mom right after it happened. This time we were both on the same level of happiness rather than me congratulating her on “her team’s” victory, like I had done the last time they won.

Parade outfit. Last time I wore that skirt was to the
Monster Ball,  just so ya know

I went to the Giants victory parade a few days later-- on Halloween with my brother and some of my cousins. We found a place to stand on Market Street while my cousin’s friend went into one of the stores to buy heavy duty tupperware for us to stand on so we could see the street a bit better. There was still about an hour until the parade began, and the  energy and passion from the fans was already was electrifying. 

When the parade finally started, that electrifying energy was 100 times more intense than it had been an hour earlier. It was difficult to see some of the players, but being surrounded by people of like and kind was the real highlight of it all. The man in front of me was with his teenage son and must have talked to us the entire time. He told us about how his daughter lives on the East Coast and when the Giants are playing back there, she goes to the games in full San-Fran-Freak-Show attire and the East Coast-ers just don’t get it. The tall man next to us was kind enough to tell us who was on their way up the street, and when we didn't recognize a former player, he explained who they were.  And the guys behind us included us in their conversations as if we were all old friends. Someone even offered me their jacket when they noticed I didn't have one.  After talking to these people, I was even more convinced that San Francisco was home to the greatest people on the planet. 

As cheesy as it sounds, I got hit with a sudden wave of emotions when Journey’s “Lights” played over the speakers. I wanted to cry when everyone was singing along because I realized just how much I love San Francisco and the people in it. I thought about my first day alone in the city, and how alone I felt until a stranger took the time to ask how I was doing  and made me feel like I belonged. This time, I was surrounded by thousands of strangers who made me feel like I belonged. And when I look back on that day, they’ll be the ones I remember.  

I wouldn't have felt the same way if I were standing there two years ago, before my journey (oh the pun) in San Francisco began.  The city has shaped me into a better version of myself, and now I’m positive that San Francisco is where I need to be.

When the parade was over, the same silent mutual understanding that we would never see each other again was felt amongst those strangers. Some people come into our lives to leave quick impressions and then vanish forever. And that’s ok.

If you’re one of the select few who has been keeping up with my blog from the beginning, you know that I devote myself wholeheartedly towards fashion, glamour, and all aspects of the arts. But when it comes to baseball, my knowledge and love of the game is equivalent to the knowledge of any stereotypical sports fan wearing a jersey and drinking beer. The Giants represented so much more than baseball for me this year. They represent the city and people I've grown to love. And not just the Giants, but sports in general represent so much more.  The sense of togetherness sports can bring is unbelievable, and I hope everyone gets to experience that kind of togetherness at least once in their lifetime.

"Not even Tony Bennett is safe from a RomoBomb" (image via sfgiantsgirl119)

Chaotic Comfort Zone

via vicforprez

It’s been far too long since I’ve written and I wholeheartedly apologize!  I do, however, think of this blog often. I find myself logging on and pointlessly checking the stats as if there’s going to be a spontaneous increase in viewings despite the lack of updates.  I’ve had a lot going on in the last few months and feel like my soul has been searching for what it is I truly desire in life. I still feel as if I haven’t found my niche in this world, but I’m totally ok with that. I’m ok with the chaos of my being, and in a weird way, I don’t ever want to accomplish my dreams in fear that I’ll have nothing left to dream about. Sometimes the magic and mystery of fantasyland should never come fourth into reality because it just doesn’t compare to the standard in my head. For example, this summer I’m interning in San Francisco. All my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to immerse myself in The City.  I remember when I was in first grade, I wrote in my journal that San Francisco is where I wanted to be when I grew up, and that desire only got stronger over the years. Going into the city as a kid was always such a surreal experience. It’s so different from life on the farm and I thought I liked it so much more. I believe it’s human nature to want to live in an environment the complete opposite of your own, and that’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.

But now I’m realizing that accomplishing the desire to be somewhere else doesn’t fulfill my soul in the way I expected it to.  I’ve gotten into a routine of normalcy in San Francisco, and just like everything else, a sense of normalcy can greatly diminish the magic. The city’s no longer a utopia of mystery.  As I get more and more used to different areas, the mystery will vanish even further and I’ll be comfortable in my surroundings. Comfort is strange. I both love it and hate it.  I want to be comfortable where I am, but I also find that comfort zones suck the excitement out of my life. Perhaps I’ll become a traveling gypsy? I’ll wander the world. I’ll seek the strange & unusual, but get up and go once a comfort zone has been established.  But now I don’t even know what I want. I want to live in 5000 different places at once doing 7000 different things, but I really just need to suppress the chaos in my mind and narrow things down. Ugh.  Part of me misses school. It was an ever changing comfort zone. Once I got sick of the normalcy, the semester was over and it was time to move on to the new phase of academics. But now it’s time to move on to other things. It’s strange to start new phases of life. I'm only 21 and can feel the years adding. I can't even imagine how strange it must feel to be 40! I'm halfway there, and can already sense a major mid-life crisis coming up. Oh joy.

But to end on a better note, I just try and remember that life is like fashion. Both my style and my life are constantly changing, and that I shouldn't be afraid of this glorious evolution.

I promise to post regularly from now on. I’ve put way too much time and effort into this blog and refuse to let it sit in the corner of the internet, unused and collecting dust.

My grandma and I before my graduation ceremony. My dress is actually a nightgown. I just added a leather belt,and  no one had a clue that I was walking around on this momentous occasion in sleep attire.  

Because I haven't updated in so long, I failed to show you my graduation cap.
It wouldn't have been any other way.