2/24, technically 2/25

I’m in San Francisco right now at Tim’s house. It’s a nice place up on the opposite end of downtown Market Street. I like the house a lot. It’s kind of a bummer knowing that Tim sleeps behind a curtain in exchange for 500 dollars a month, but I guess that’s life here in the big city. Another bummer about it here is the fact that it took me over an hour to find parking earlier. I got lost well over ten times and the only spots that I DID find wer red zones. I was in no hurry, which made things less stressful - but it still sucked. Lori dropped Dylan off where he and she met me in some random dark alleyway next to a sleeping homeless man. Dylan got in with me to help me navigate my way to Tim’s work where we picked him up and continued on to meet Brandon and Tamara at Zachary’s Pizza in Berkeley.

It’s funny how I learned about Zachary’s: I read about it in the NY Times a number of weeks ago. Then when I mentioned to an old coworker that I was going to be in San Francisco this week, his response was “dude, you really need to check out Zachary’s Pizza in Berkeley.” So basically, I’ve had this pizza on my mind for the last three days and we finally made it there tonight. It super did not disappoint. It was amazing beyond pizza belief. I loved it. It was Chicago style deep dish. The thing that made it most different, I think was that while it had a really deep crust, the sauce was on top of all the cheese and toppings. It was neat. It was saucy on top and gooey underneath. Quite the concept. When I open Borgey’s Pizza, I’m definitely going to keep that in mind.

Tomorrow’s the big day at the Irish Consulate. Tim is taking me downtown and showing me where the place is. I don’t quite know what I’m expecting. I’m pretty much going to walk in and ask “how do I get a work visa?” I doubt they’re just going to write me up one there, but I really don’t know what is supposed to happen. Hopefully you don’t need an appointment. The way I’m looking at it is this: if I CAN get a work visa - then I’m going to move there and get a job and an apartment. Stay for a while and just say I lived in Ireland for a part of my life. If I CAN’T get a work visa, then I’m just going to fly to Ireland and hop around Europe with Fei Fei until my money runs out and I’ve got to come hoome. Either way, I can’t lose. It’s gonna be an adventure.