"i hope someday very soon, we can all meet for a drink and be great friends."

that's what i'd like to think my nights are like in SF.
most of the time, it's just me and her. we hang out. doesn't matter with who, we just do.
we go to random gallery openings, housewarmings in the mission, dancing at bootie...
and we meet random people. we make friends. we make friends with the city.
every time, the airplane rides... are worth it.

"the world is made up of two types of women. the simple girls, and the katie girls."
i don't knw why the fuck i do things, and i never learn from my mistakes.

"i thought by the time i got here, i would know what to say."

"party's over. i'll say it is."
"why wasn't it me?"

"your girl is lovely, hubble."

watching this episode gives me hope. yes, i am that crazy girl. i do things on a whim, and i am nothing but simple.
but in the end, she ends up with big.
i want to end up with a big.
for the jaded, cynical bitch that i am...

"i don't get it."
"and you never did."

"then i had a thought. maybe i didn't break big. maybe the problem was, he couldn't break me."
"maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. maybe they need to run free until they find somebody just as wild to run with."

the scary part is, the older i get... the older the men get. i went to a housewarming party yesterday of four bachelors. their bachelor pad. in SF, in the mission.

if i could describe their place in one word, it would definitely be "fabulous!"

stainless steel kitchen, light wooden floors... space, high ceilings, glass windows that reached the length of a wall... spacious rooms, inviting atmosphere.

i want to get there someday. on my own. i want to live on my own in a place like that someday. where people go up the stairs to reach their destination. where destination overlooks a city. the city. the city by the bay. san francisco.