Life in Northern California
Okay, first you have to understand what its like growing up on Long Island. Either you're on the East End, where there is nothing but nice scenery, the worst people on the planet, and nothing resembling a dignified job, or you're somewhere in the dilapidated middle, where everything kind of melds together into one ugly brown suburban sprawl packed with people who warp every "ooo" sound into something more like "oowaaahh". And don't even get me started on Brooklyn or Queens.
For a good time, you get to go to a crowded club playing shitty music, full of guido kids from the Shirley area sporting gold chains, chinstraps, and white wifebeaters talking loud, harrasing every girl in sight and starting random fights. Unless, of course, you're willing to pay the newly hiked train fare to ride the LIRR into Penn Station in Manhatten. That can be cool, cuz let me tell you, the LIRR is an adventure every time you take it, but even this can end up sucking, cuz more than likely you're going to end up paying through the nose once you get into the city to get into a club to deal with EVEN MORE guidos this time from all of Long Island AND New Jersey as well as my favorite fuckheads from Brooklyn, Queens AND the Bronx. And forget the idea of getting a drink once you get into the club you're headed for. I busted out a classic line in Club Shine one time-I asked the bartender for a Budweiser and she said "Seven dollars" and I said "No honey, I only want ONE!". She didn't think it was funny. Her loss.
Anyway, you return from the ordeal sore, tired, and smelling foul in a way that seems to taint your very flesh. And that's the best you can hope for in the way of a "good time" when you live on Long Island. You can forget driving anywhere else.
Now cut to Northern California.
As you can see I live in Los Gatos. I can get in my car and drive a half hour south to Santa Cruz, a half hour north to San Jose, or another half hour north of that to San Fransisco. Woo hoo! SF can suck a bit as well, but once you drive in and park (that's about an hour and a half once you get into the city, I notice), it tends to be pretty cool. It doesn't quite stack up to NY IMHO, but it's not packed with guidos.
And when you've grown up on LI, that is one hell of an improvement.
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hey, would someone remind me not to do my journal updates drunk from now on? Thanks!!
Okay, first you have to understand what its like growing up on Long Island. Either you're on the East End, where there is nothing but nice scenery, the worst people on the planet, and nothing resembling a dignified job, or you're somewhere in the dilapidated middle, where everything kind of melds together into one ugly brown suburban sprawl packed with people who warp every "ooo" sound into something more like "oowaaahh". And don't even get me started on Brooklyn or Queens.
For a good time, you get to go to a crowded club playing shitty music, full of guido kids from the Shirley area sporting gold chains, chinstraps, and white wifebeaters talking loud, harrasing every girl in sight and starting random fights. Unless, of course, you're willing to pay the newly hiked train fare to ride the LIRR into Penn Station in Manhatten. That can be cool, cuz let me tell you, the LIRR is an adventure every time you take it, but even this can end up sucking, cuz more than likely you're going to end up paying through the nose once you get into the city to get into a club to deal with EVEN MORE guidos this time from all of Long Island AND New Jersey as well as my favorite fuckheads from Brooklyn, Queens AND the Bronx. And forget the idea of getting a drink once you get into the club you're headed for. I busted out a classic line in Club Shine one time-I asked the bartender for a Budweiser and she said "Seven dollars" and I said "No honey, I only want ONE!". She didn't think it was funny. Her loss.
Anyway, you return from the ordeal sore, tired, and smelling foul in a way that seems to taint your very flesh. And that's the best you can hope for in the way of a "good time" when you live on Long Island. You can forget driving anywhere else.
Now cut to Northern California.
As you can see I live in Los Gatos. I can get in my car and drive a half hour south to Santa Cruz, a half hour north to San Jose, or another half hour north of that to San Fransisco. Woo hoo! SF can suck a bit as well, but once you drive in and park (that's about an hour and a half once you get into the city, I notice), it tends to be pretty cool. It doesn't quite stack up to NY IMHO, but it's not packed with guidos.
And when you've grown up on LI, that is one hell of an improvement.
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hey, would someone remind me not to do my journal updates drunk from now on? Thanks!!
reminder: don't update your journal while drunk!