For those who don’t actually know me personally, my office is on University Ave in Hillcrest down the block from The Alibi.
So as usual, its a holiday Sunday at 330pm and I am at my desk (I am such a loser).
As I am packaging up my last offer for the day, I feel (and hear) the building moving.
And then it just keeps going.
And then it occurs to me that being on the ground floor of a 2-story building that is more than a century old is probably not a good idea.
So I run out on to the sidewalk.
And I think “God I must look idiotic” (holding a folder and stumbling into a parking meter).
Then I look around.
I see the owner of Cohabitat (the import store), the owner of Houseboi (the uber stylish, uber expensive gay men’s store), and every waitress, cook, and diner at ICHIBAN SUSHI running out doing the exact same thing.
The drunk queens in the belly shirts and bunny ears (seriously dude? its like 55 degrees and windy) are all saying “wooooo” and holding up their fruity drinks.
Frat boys never change.
Its funny how stupid shit like that makes me feel so much better about the world after a moment of panic.
