san fran

i got home from my trip to san francisco late tuesday night, and i think because i'm so used to hearing people who get home from trips say, "it's a great place to visit, but i could never live there" i've gotten into the habit of deciding on the drive/flight home whether or not i could live in the place i just visited.

i loved san fran.
and let me tell you why. in short, simple phrases.
urban outfitters.
china town.
kate.
the wharf.
asia sf.

and yes, the drivers there were maniacal at best and i had a near death experience in a cab...
... but i like walking.
and yes, there were a lot of creepy old men who in one instance wouldn't let me out of the hotel elevator because they wanted me to go up to the starlight room with them and in another instance said things like, "you're just my size"...
... but i don't think you can blame dirty old men on one city because last night at 7/11 a 37 year old man i like to refer to as "mr. creeperson" kept on kissing my hand and calling me "blondey".

to sum up, i had me a grand old time.
but when people ask me, "so... could you live there?" i have to say "no. no i couldn't."
because of one very specific reason.
that i don't tell people.
because they would laugh at me.
but i'm going to tell you.
right now.
even though you will laugh at me.
i would never move to san francisco,
because my hair would never be the same.

stupid humidity! why dost thou torment me so??