Grayson took D and I out for some delicious Polish food followed by drinks at a pub in Santa Monica.

You can see in his face that he is not yet accustomed to my constant (and annoying?) candid picture taking.

We went to the Geffen Playhouse in Westwood to see a one man show about Beethoven.

Free wine provided: good.

Couple in front of me falling asleep during performance and snoring loudly, probably after consuming free wine: not good.

It has been horribly hot here, and it's always about 10 degrees warmer in my apartment than it is outside.

Because I am currently unemployed and my apartment is an inferno, I take a lot of walks.

I hope to get a job soon so that I can afford something marvelous from Johnathon Arndt's Gallery of Jewels.

We've been checking out some of the popular spots in our area of the city.

I'm trying to get acquainted with everything.

We went to the Grove tonight.

It's essentially an outdoor mall, which isn't very exciting of course but there is a permanent farmers market area that is sort of unique. If I ever went there again, it would be for that.

Everytime I move, I swear to myself that I'm never doing it again.

It always takes about twice as long as you think it will to get everything packed and I had a seven hour drive to make on top of it.

I barely had a moment to snap this picture before I had to get the hell out.

I guess on the plus side, I didn't have time to be sad about anything either.

I thought I was being incredibly smart by choosing a truck rental place that was out of the way.

I figured it would be easier to maneuver the gigantic truck in an area with little traffic, but it ended up being totally lame and hard to find.

The one employee that was working at the time was completely insane.

My mother thought "he seemed nice".

We had some friends over for a small going away get together.

I'm glad I got a chance to spend a little quality time with some of my favorite SF people.

I wish I could take everyone with me when I move.

In an effort to spend a night doing things that are uniquely San Francisco and totally cliche, D and I had dinner at Fisherman's Wharf, drinks at the Buena Vista and then took the cable car back to Powell St. from Ghirardelli.

I think we were both reminded how annoyingly overrated it is.

I hope there's a Chevy's in LA that I can force people to go to with me.

Somehow I don't think happy hour will be as awesome.

The subsequent stomach ache and gas, yes. But not the company.

Last time I'll be cat sitting for my buddy, finn.

Nicest cat ever.

Stephanie introduced my to Katie and Ethan about a year ago.

Every time they are in town, I try to make it out to see Ethan's DJ set.

Always a lot of laughs to be had with those two.

One of many, many things I'll miss like crazy about this city.

The drop in clinic is not where I like to spend my Saturday mornings, typically.

I was forced there by lingering eye problems stemming from my trip to Vegas.

They were no help with my eyes but if you happen to need a wheelchair, they are on that shit.

Stephanie was gracious enough to host us in her spruced up digs for an impromptu movie night.

Ghostbusters, followed by wine, followed by Anchorman, followed by wine, followed by wine spillage all over D's pants.

Pretty good night, I'd say.

My co-worker makes his own wine.

He brought in some tiny wine grapes for people to eat.

He's not really the type of guy you can say no to easily, and I was curious, so I took some.

They are actually delicious.

I haven't been blogging, because I've been packing.

Lame, I know.

D snapped this paparazzi spy cam looking shot as I was handing over my last months rent to my landlady.

She is the sweetest little person you'll ever meet. She makes me look gigantic.

Everything about leaving this place is going to be difficult.

Although most of my weekend was spent packing, I was able to sneak out for a few hours.

Trying to remain a vegetarian at a BBQ, is extremely taxing.

And I'm ashamed to say that the sweet smell of roasting flesh broke my will.

I'm late to work every morning.

Partly because I don't get up on time, and partly because the most insane Muni employee in all of SF drives my route in the mornings.

Her wrath knows no bounds.

She makes Mrs. Crabtree look like a fucking saint.

The beginning of the Fall semester always makes me a bit sentimental now that I am no longer a student.

I miss the excitement of new classes and new people.

I'm probably overly romanticising the experience but I still can't help but feel a little sad.

Oregon has the bluest sky.

One of my favorite places to hang out in Ashland is the Black Sheep Tavern.

This looks like an advertisement for my Framboise but in reality, we are just toasting.

And Josh is giving me the psycho peepers.

Today began a short weekend trip to the Oregon Shakespeare festival with some friends.

I'm positive that this dude was not headed there.

Went to a free screeing on Hamlet 2.

The last few times I've tried to attend screenings, I haven't been able to get in.

This time I got there an hour early to make sure I scored a seat.

I gave my notice at work today.

This picture was actually taken in October of last year, but I thought it might be appropriate.

It's the view from my office window.

My parents game up for the weekend to see the Packer/49er game at Candlestick Park.

They are big Packer fans and this was the first NFL game any of us had ever been to.

I don't think the Packers have ever played a worse game.

I felt bad.

Me: Nice terrorist scarf. Can I take a picture of you?

Suzanna: Yes. Hold on...let me put it around my head.

D's friend Justin made dinner for us.

At one point during the evening, people began doing yoga poses.

I guess it is apparent by my bemused look that I found this strange.

But to be fair, I was sick (but to be fair, I always have that look).

Went to Sarah's BBQ/pool party in Vallejo.

I got to relax and play some Rock Band. D had never played before, so that was fun.

Makes me sad that spending days like this with my friends is soon going to be a thing of the past.

Still re-binding the old LIFE Magazines.

I saw a picture of Hitler playing with a baby at her christening. He is the baby's godfather. That must be weird for her if she's still alive.

I persuaded Chris and Andrew to join me for happy hour.

Andrew offered a ride home afterwards, which was great until I discovered that he had decided to park no where near Chevy's for some reason.