no one stole my kidney in san francisco

we’re back in home in kansas after our whirlwind trip to san francisco. i am exhausted. all i want to do is sleep & lay around wearing pajamas. i can’t believe that we’re turning right around & flying to boston in under 48 hours.

there’s no logical reason for the trip to san francisco to have been such a tiring experience for me. i can understand why jared is so beat. he was preparing & giving a presentation, & putting the final touches on two big end-of-term papers at the same time. what’s my excuse? we stayed in a hotel (thanks to jared’s academic funding), so i was sleeping in a real bed with access to my own shower. i never really wandered further afield from the hotel’s neighborhood (soma) than the mission, which is like twenty blocks away, tops. i don’t know how i used to do the kind of punk traveling i did when i was younger, riding the greyhound for two & a half days only to find myself in some random city where i’d probably be sleeping on a floor, going out until all hours of the night, socializing with people every waking moment. young people really do have more energy. enjoy it while you can, kids!

jared had a meeting with his hydrology colleagues to hammer out the details of their presentations on our first full morning in san francisco, so i was like, great. i can hang out by myself, maybe hit a coffeeshop & do a little writing. i had big plans to pick up a pack of notecards & hammer out an outline for my novel. i got to the coffeeshop okay (it was right next door to the hotel), but when i turned on my computer, it wouldn’t boot. so i ran a file systems check & tried to reboot when it said the hard drive looked okay. nothing happened. i waited about 45 minutes for it to boot, & finally i gave up & called apple. they said i could bring it into a store & they could look it over & get it back to me in three to five days, but because i don’t have applecare, it would run me about $600 to have the hard drive replaced. not only did i not have three to five days in san francisco to wait for repairs, but $600 is just about all the money i have in savings.

i brought it into the store anyway–my first time ever in a real apple store. i bought my computer at an “accredited apple sales center” in lawrence, which basically looks like a big garage with maybe two employees, sparse metal shelving units lining the walls containing (i assume) whatever apple products have fallen off the back of the truck lately. a real apple store is a totally different animal, & i was a little bit scared. i think there were more employees milling around (all of which seemed to be engaged in talking a customer into buying an expensive apple product) than the number of people that attended woodstock. i waited at the “genius bar” for my appointment. the genius assigned to me gave me computer a once-over with his fancy computer diagnostics equipment & told me i needed a new hard drive. you don’t say! he said they could do it in-store for $180 & get it back to me in three days. obviously, i needed it done sooner than that because i was leaving san francisco in two days. he gave me a card for an accredited apple repair company half a block away that could do it faster. “they’ll probably be more expensive, huh?” i said. “actually, they’re cheaper,” he replied.

i strolled over to the flood building & up to the suite in question. i was a little scared that it might be an organ harvesting front at first, but it was actually just an apple repair center. the technician told me he could have the computer fixed within 24 hours for $150. naturally, i would have preferred for that $150 to stay in my pocket, but it felt like a small price to pay after initially being quoted $600 for a five-day fix.

i kind of enjoyed the whole process. for whatever reason, i really like going to other cities, running into mundane problems that would just be tedious errands back home, & taking care of business. it makes me feel very capable. i also spent some quality time with a couple of zine friends, ate super-cheap indian food, stopped by the crafts museum for the mexican folk art exhibit (my favorite piece of art there was a huge installation of hand-painted plates depicting the mexican black market–it included a plate featuring a goat smoking a pipe), & observed the fact that san francisco is the place to go if you are in need of an appliqued onesie for your baby. doesn’t seem like a great idea to me, as appliqued clothing needs some special laundry care & baby onesies get washed constantly, but hey. i’m not kidding myself that the san francisco appliqued baby onesies market really values practicality when dressing their infants.

when we flew home, somehow we missed the entire boarding process for our flight & had to be called by name from the gate. no idea how that happened. charlotte was so happy to see us, jumping up on her hind legs & purring & trying to cuddle with jared’s computer equipment.

one other completely insane thing happened while i was in san francisco (unrelated to actually being in san francisco), but i am still trying to figure out how/if to write about it in this forum. let’s just cal it reason #9462 why i’m not an anarchist anymore.

Published by Ciara

Ciara Xyerra wrote zines for the better part of two decades. She has a brilliant & adorable preschooler named Ramona & sews as much as she possibly can. She lives in Lawrence, Kansas with her boyfriend. She enjoys catching up on "The New Yorker", meatball subs, keeping it cranky, intersectional post-third wave feminism, dinosaurs, & monsters. If you have nothing nice to say, she recommends that you come sit here by her, so you can say not-nice things together.

One thought on “no one stole my kidney in san francisco

  1. i find this sentence very charming:

    for whatever reason, i really like going to other cities, running into mundane problems that would just be tedious errands back home, & taking care of business.

    also PLEASE write about reason #9462 in some forum, if not this one, because i am dying to know.

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