HAHHAHAHAHAHA... Yes, Kyle is grabbing some bull balls

Paris

Well, I have now been in Paris for about 4 days and have been enjoying it thoroughly. However, for some reason Kyle and I cannot get up before noon. For instance, the other day we woke up at 8:00a.m. (it was still dark outside) and we started talking and listening to music before falling back to sleep until 1:00p.m. I guess all the walking and sightseeing is making us tired, who knows.

So far we have been to Galleries Lafayette (huge mall), Le Louvre, Notre Dame and many other neighborhoods. We have had many great conversations (with people from around the world) ranging from things to do in the city to books to read and how easy it is to move to another country.

Well today we are planning on going to the Musee D'Orsay, the Eiffel Tower, do some shopping (kyles feet hurt, so he needs to get some new shoes) and then possibly a concert. We are also going to venture around and try to find ourselves some French girlfriends. It is unbelievable how well all the girls dress. This led Kyle and I to try and learn some additional French. Kyle's memory isn't the best, so I had to remember how to say, "I love you" "You are very Beautiful" and "can I have a kiss." Kyle just greets them, then I have to do the rest.


I am still a bit tired right now, so I am not going to type much more than this, but I will share some pictures.

These Police were out and about because there was a huge protest down rue st. michelle (the street we're staying on).


Kyle gives thumbs up to boobs.


We are crying because we are le tired


Notre Dame... wasn't sure if kyle was in this or not, guess not.


Kyle enjoying a Baguette on bridge of the Seine River


Enjoying a little espresso with breakfast (or lunch, it was probably around 2)


Clothing for the evening

Off to Paris

Well, I am going to be leaving for Paris in a few hours. People keep asking me if I'm excited and to be quite honest, I am not. Only because I have this little thing called a 14 hour flight that I have to sit on before I get to Paris and for those of you who are not 6'3 (yes, if you are 6'2 it doesn't suck) or taller, it sucks. I will be meeting up with my good friend Kyle and we will be wandering the streets for a week. We are staying in a hotel in an area called St. Michelle, which is beautiful (it was one of my favorite areas when I was there last time). It is supposed to be pretty cold, so I packed every coat that I own and some thermals, etc.

I am also taking my camera (as expected right?) and hopefully I'll take some good pictures of the sites. I could only hope to take pictures 1/2 as beautiful as the ones below, which were taken by Zach Pianko the last time I was there (if you ever need some photos [wedding, sweet 16, Bar Mitzvah] you can find him at zackpianko.blogspot.com).

Relaxing Day

Recently I have decided that I must get out more often, so I started this week. To get things kicked off Brent and I went to Magnolia Pub and Brewery the other night had a few beers, it was a grand ol' time. Today I kept continued with my goal and took off for a good portion of the day. I parked my car on Hayes street and walked down to Hayes Valley (currently one of my favorite places to visit), with a book and my camera in hand. Once I got down there I walked over to the revered Blue Bottle Roasting Co. and grabbed one of their famous individual drip coffees and a bottle of water. Then I walked to the little park where many people were enjoying the beautiful, sunny day and began reading Mere Christianity. So far, I am really enjoying the book and will probably finish up on my flight to Paris. After reading for a bit I moved on and went over to one of my favorite little cafe's called La Boulange and had some lunch. Once I was done there, I walked back to my car, drove up a few blocks to Alamo Square and took a few pictures.

This was my lunch


La Boulange Cafe


The necessities for reading at the park (yes, I bring my phone with me everywhere)


The Little Yuppy area that is Hayes Valley


People Relaxing at Alamo Square


The view I was looking at while sitting back at Alamo Square


Some flowers in the grass (i thought they were pretty)

The City I live in

Today, when I was on my way home from work I decided to stop at Treasure Island. For those of you who don't know what that is, it is the island that the Bay Bridge runs through. From here, you get to see the following views. I love the views you can see around the bay and I wish for everyone to come up and share them with me.

Also, a little update... I am taking my a nice little vacation to Paris soon. I am meeting up with one of my greatest friends Kyle, who will be backpacking through all of Europe for 3 months. I wish I could do the same, but unfortunately, work does call and I can only go for a week. However, I will be happy with this because I'm sure the time will be spent in good company with good conversations.

I like bicycles

Recently I have had a desire to ride my bike as much as I can. Unfortunately, due to weather and the lack of daylight after work, I cannot go out as often as I would like, which makes me sad =(. Oh well, I still got a few opportunities to go riding recently. A couple Sundays ago I went for a ride with a group and went from SF through Sausalito and Tiburon, which was amazing! The path is below and it was about 45 miles of pure beauty... The ride was filled with the quiet coastal towns, what seemed to be abandoned winding roads and blue skies. Oh yeah, then I nearly died because I was out of shape and didn't have enough water and/or food.




Then of course I have been riding my poop bike around, which I LOVE. I'm getting accustomed to the steep hills. That is, I can now ride up and stop going down them without much fear (usually). I rode pooper all over SF yesterday and had a blast.




Love,

Chris

Artwork

Lately I have been on a kick of making beautiful artwork. You may have already seen my amazing abilities in amazing posts like, "MORON BIKER IDIOT," so I figured I would share more of my amazingly talented artwork. I've been offered a lot of money for my art, but I'm not going to sell out... Everyone knows that if you make a ton of money off your artwork when you're alive that you won't be famous forever... I know that I will be famous from the following paint masterpieces because um... I'm pretty amazing Thank you Very Much!

Vacation

Some pictures

Here is Rito and I at a part tay.... Some girl thought the two of us were gay... I can't figure that one out.


So here was a view from Golden Gate park as we were walking on a nice day.<

A little Decor

So I can't seem to snap a decent picture w/ my phone anymore, so here are some pictures I took of my room today. I got a few more things in it now.

I shaved my head.. Oh yeah and got bedroom furniture.

Not much to say. Its been a busy week and I really love that my friends came to visit.

I was quite stressed and decided to shave my head and then make my way to the Golden Gate Bridge via jogging. I really love it up here, but I do miss all of you back home.

Jeff and Gena's Wedding

So my good friend Jeff just got married the other month and here are some pictures from the ceremony, receptions and preperation.

Getting Ready

The Bride and Groom



Me and Cody after the cake fight. (Gena and Jeff didn't do one, so we figured someone should).





Cody's shirt was a bit large.

Pictures of our apartment (flickr account)

The following is a link to my flickr account. You can see pictures of our new place in San Francisco (its off of Geary and Spruce if you care to google maps it [i hate mapquest]) as well as some of the berkeley pictures and amazing Cheeseboard Pizza

http://flickr.com/photos/26485863@N03/

RETARDO PLANE MAN

So this past week, once again, my flight was delayed out of Chicago. Yes it is a beautiful place, but the world doesn't function properly because of its retarded airport/weather. So I had two options, take my flight and most likely miss my layover in Houston (Texas sucks) and get stranded there or switch airlines and get home really late. Of course I do not want to be stranded in Texas, so I take the flight. So of course I end up with one of those seats right NEXT to the emergency exit row that you CANNOT recline in and you have less legroom than any other row in the plane (Dad, Mom, did you really have to both be so tall?). So I sit on this plane and by the time we land 3 1/2 hours later, my legs have absolutely no blood in them anymore, so I walk around, do some stretches, etc. (airports are filled with weirdos, me being one of them) in preperation for my next flight (out of vegas). So by this time I'm pretty tired (its 11:59 pacific and I am still on central so I'm feeling like its 1:59) I get on the flight and its fairly spacious and a really short flight. So I pass out for 1/2 of the flight and wake to tubbers next to me snoring up a storm. At this point, I really don't care, I just want to be home. So we finally land and this is where the story gets good.

As I'm getting up the rude guy in front of me acts as if he owns the plane. First lets get a description of retardman. The guy is your typical white trash bikerFAG. He is between 35-45, has a black bandana on (with white accents), a black shirt with something dumb written on it like motorcycles or something, cheap blue jeans, some retarded tattoo that says "I'm gay" in mandarin (which he thinks means "strength," and some tasteless Kmart shoes. So now back to the story... Retardobikerman steps up bumping into me as he scrambles to put a half smoked cigarette in his mouth as his brother (equally trashy) speaks of how great is smells. Their sister (also around the same age as the two) needs a wheelchair and is hobbling around as they look like fools. So as we exit the plane (they are in front of me) they have to stand on the side to wait for their sisters wheelchair and I hear the guy say, "this is bullshit, the chair should be here already." I look back and think to myself, "yeah moron, your chair is magically going to appear right here in front of you from the bottom of the plane... Jackass." Well I guess my face showed it and somehow he realized that I looked back when he said that and he started yelling stuff at me (I think I heard faggot in there somewhere). So he ends up coming up behind me (he was about 50 feet back) and hits me in the back of the leg with his suitcase and I turn around to ask him, "what the hell is your problem." He says, "what are you going to do about it... I tell him, I'm going to call the cops because you're harassing me." He says, "go for it." I say, "I am." We get off and I go to the airline hostess and tell her to page the cops because this guy is harassing me. She says it over the loudspeaker asking for a sheriff. The guy immediately takes his bag, lets out the handle and starts booking it for the door (this guy probably had a warrant out or something). I follow him all the way out (lets face it, we just got off a plane... He can't have a knife or gun and he'll get arrested if he hits me) and he is obviously scared. Unfortunately the moron got away without the cops catching him (yeah.. no cop all the way through the entire aiport to the parking lot... ORANGE SECURITY LEVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!). His brother walks by and says, "did you rat my brother out." I said, "I sure did, you should tell him not to harass people."

Thats my story for this week of flying... I basically chased a guy out of an airport and got to laugh at how desperate the moron is... But if you see him, please let me know.. He looks like this.