Back home in SF for a week to enjoy and luxury of sleeping 12 hours a day and not having to go to work...

Sunday I met up with my old work buddy Aaron.  I missed the memo and walked out of the Civic Center BART into a crowd of rainbows and scantily clad (or less) men.  Did I really leave New Orleans for THIS?

We managed to escape the Gay Pride Parade and had brunch at Flipper's, because Aaron remembered that I love eggs benedict.  Aaron and I talked about med school applications, work, significant others, and startup ideas before wandering back up to Pacific Heights so I could meet up with my family for dinner.

I had a minor aversion to the restaurant we ended up at, because it was called Five Happiness, the same name as Jay's favorite place in New Orleans.  (I think it's terrible.)  The place in SF, though, was definitely somewhere I'd go again.

Yesterday I had appointment to go to the Concord DMV.  Kind of a trek but the only place I could get an appointment while I was still home.  My license expires on my birthday in October, but I wasn't sure what the process was for renewal and thought maybe it would be easier to take care of while I was still in the same time zone.  Unfortunately, I discovered that to renew early, I had to retake the written driving test.  I can't recall how far you're supposed to follow an emergency vehicle so this didn't make me very happy.  I guess I also overestimated the intelligence of the average California driver as well because the test only took me five minutes and I passed without looking at the manual.

Tonight I had dinner at Delancey Street, which has this cool concept of using the restaurant, as well as other business ventures, to both educate and fund the rehabilitation of ex-convicts.  It's actually rather inexpensive, with good service and food.  Seeing Aaron and some other favorites from my old job was a good time - a bit of reminiscing about work, mostly politics and med school (and how much I LOVE being in the OR), baseball.  It's fun talking about how much I loved my first year in med school with people who've been there or will be there - it's such a small subset of the population that can truly understand what it is to love the grueling work of training to become a physician.  Hopefully my excitement about being able to stick my finger into a person's neck and feel a pulse from the carotid is contagious - and I hope Val and Aaron love med school as much as I do when they get there.

There are a lot of reasons I miss SF, and this crowd is definitely one of them.  Lack of potholes is also high on my list.

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