2/23

I made it to California. I’m at my grandparent’s house in Gilroy right now. It’s raining and pretty outside. I miss the rain. They say that if you spend time in the Pacific Northwest, it’s going to be one of the wettest times of your life. Granted, I spent only the summer and fall months there - it was never anything like a late February/early March in Northern California.

I’m not going to be able to meet with the Irish Consulate in San Francisco until Monday when they reopen. I volunteered to help St. Mary’s Catholic Church here in Gilroy tonight with their annual Crab Feed. I’m gonna be working as a host/bouncer for homeless people without a ticket (apparently it was $35 for a ticket into the dinner. yikes!) I’m getting free dinner out of the deal and I’m helping a church - that’s always a just cause, right? I’m not quite sure how I feel about crab on account that I’ve only ever had it in sushi, and in my opinion all seafood tastes exactly the way that the Monterey Bay smells (reminds me of seagull poop and mossy salt water) only with more texture. But, nevertheless, I was told there would also be french bread and pasta for those too picky to enjoy their $35 main course.  I’m just praying they have Pepsi.