It was a run-around day, and it started early.
Friday, October 21, 2016
I got up after a good rest at my hotel (The Inn on Broadway). The one thing I can say about the location – besides the nightly rate being relatively inexpensive – is that the location is not the best for the rest of my San Francisco visit. It’s one of those hotels that you leave in the morning and don’t come back to, until the very end of the day, because everything else you want to do is in another location.
I order to get to the Castro from the hotel, I took an Uber and also carried the DVD player and screen that I bought the day before, for my “vintage movie” friend. We had a nice visit, by the way. We met at an old stalwart bar called “The Cinch” on Polk street, chatted and then went to watch the films at my room.
So I took the screens and a bag to my (ex) home in the Castro and dropped them off in the basement. I then walked down to my very favorite coffee shop / cafe in San Francisco. It’s dutifully run by a very sweet family from Vietnam (I believe) although ethnically Chinese. The place serves breakfast and lunch with a Vietnamese flair, which includes Pho soup and stir-fried noodles and fried rice. I met a friend at the cafe and we enjoyed a brief chat, and I enjoyed the delicious hand-made omelette that the owners prepared.
Next, I went back to the house and picked up the screen and DVD player, I took the bus down to Best Buy and returned the goods for a credit card refund. Thank you, Best Buy.
It wasn’t long after then that I had to take another Uber to downtown to meet with a curator / project space owner in SF that I’ve worked with, for years. We had a quick chat to talk about a potential show at her space in the Mission area of the city. I want to make sure that I have some type of exhibition record going, which is a major concern coming out of school. The meeting was productive and we are developing a show for the beginning of 2017. I would like to show my in development series of videos, which I think I will call, “Casual Cruelties.”
Although San Francisco is somewhat of an “art archipelago,” it was a good place for me to develop a practice, build some semblance of a community, and show work. New York is the capital, but I also sense that it’s a harder place to show work, although the rewards are greater, once that happens.
After seeing the curator, I then jostled up to another part of the city to see another friend. We hung our a bit at his place on Hyde and California streets, and then I walked back to the hotel to change for dinner with my sister later that evening.
I walked down California street from the Inn On Broadway on the way to Perbacco, which is at the beginning of California street, in the business district. I sang a couple of karaoke songs at a bar along the way (“I Go Crazy” by Paul Davis, “Crazy Love” by Poco) and then walked DOWN the hill to Perbacco, where I met my sister.
The two of us enjoyed a leisurely dinner and chat, and then I I walked her home and myself back to the hotel. I took a stroll through the SOMA area of the city, and visited The Powerhouse bar on Folsom street. I don’t always go out, but I figured it was Friday and I hadn’t been there for a while. I saw a friend of mine from years past and we got the chance to catch up.
By 1 am, it was time to sleep.