Been a while since I dapdated this thread with my movements and musings.
I got back from San Francisco on Friday. I'd been there for two weeks visiting my brother who has just become a father, making me an uncle. You may call me Uncle Daps. I've learned a few things from the experience.
First of all, it's really awkward listening to a girl you've met twice grunting and crying from the pain of labour on and off for like 50 hours. I was like "wow this book is great, I can't believe I've been stuck on this page for 10 minutes, would it be inappropriate for me to go to the pub again?"
Second, holding a baby is scary, and this thing about babies smelling good is bullshit. I did get to hold my niece a few times though and got the hang of it towards the end. I even managed to calm her crying by bouncing her a little with a touch of my famous hip wiggling action.
Third, San Francisco is packed with god damned hippies. Including the family. By the end of the trip I was so sick of the sight of tie dye and the CND logo. Everyone was so sickeningly nice and peace-loving. As the family talked at me about GMO's and free range organic long grain rice and how everyone in the Bay Area is feeling the Bern, my mind drifted to a happy place with visions of marching columns and jackboots and I'd release a dreamy sigh.
Fourth, they do have great beer. All the bars have a great range of IPA's. Y-you could say I was in, hehe,
hop heaven ohohoho.
Fifth, I really like Brasil 66. Currently listening to
Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66 - A&M Records
Sixth, I really like Aquariums. They have a great one near SF that has Sea Otters and sharks and shit (not in the same tank).
Finally, California is a lot like southern Mediterranean countries. They are both warm, have palm trees, warm sun and cool breezes. Drivers will toot their horns for no discernible reason and the toilets are funny (nobody flushes because of the drought apparently).
At this point Unclehood is kind of by the by. My niece doesn't do much right except eat sleep and shit herself. I look forward to being the Cool Uncle that teaches her swear words and gives better presents for birthdays.
So concludes my dapdate.
EDIT
Oh I almost forgot, I still fucking hate that Italian I live with.