Weekend Recap #2

I have this rule which most of San Francisco does not obey... I will not use Twitter 5 hours before and 5 hours after a date. As a consequence, it takes much restraint to not Tweet during horribly awkward moments and I desperately want someone to come save me. Additionally, it also means I avoid possibly embarrassing situations induced by broadcasting my initial thoughts on someone, especially when they are along the lines of "Omg, I can't wait to hardcore make out with this person." There are just some things better left unsaid.

Anyway, I had a date last night. It was a learning experience in what life would be like in the heart of Silicon Valley, the best part was that I did not have to pay a dime for this learning exposure. Here's what I learned:

1. Parking anywhere in Silicon Valley is just as bad as San Francisco unless you are going to Best Buy. Because real geeks don't go to Best Buy, ever.
2. Bars in Palo Alto play songs you haven't heard since Middle School and the guys at the parties are just as awkward as they were in middle school. It's a time trap.
3. Stanford is an exceptionally pretty campus which could use a few more lights on all their palm trees. The campus deserves more exploration in the daytime and a more adventurous companion who may or may not have access to their engineering building.
4. Just like all suburbs with excellent school systems, everything closes at 11. And there's no diners, an epic fail.
5. Nothing like seeing a bunch of drunk Venture Capitalists acting like douchebags around pretty girls and the geeks rubbing their eyes after leaving their computers for 5 minutes in order to grab a bite to eat. Or seeing a geek get drunk after a beer and then expertley disect their bodies reactions to alcohol.
6. The streets don't smell like piss, a huge plus.

Despite all the glamour and money in Palo Alto, this girl would much prefer a dive bar with guys who can handle their liquor and comfortable navigating public transportation. It sounds so primitive, but there's just something more authentic about San Francisco. I'm just not ready for cookie cutter suburbs and accept Bobby Brown as good music for a club.

Best,
Zsa Zsa