Rocket Shoes is an awesome local blog that had a moment of fame for one of his posts last year when the Giants were on their way to winning the World Series. I was a true fan of Rocket Shoes before all those other posers and wanna-bes came along. And I love his latest post about A Day in the Life of the Modern San Franciscan, of which I’ve excerpted a bit below:
I take a shower. While doing so, I begin to wonder why I’m so bad at saving money. I then use my Bumble & Bumble shampoo and follow up with Kiehl’s face wash. I get out of the shower.
I check Twitter.
I check Facebook.
I check-in to my apartment on Foursquare, which I’ve named something cute and clever because for some reason I think people actually care what I call my apartment on a mobile application named after a children’s playground game. They don’t. I just wanted the mayorship, let’s be honest.
When I am getting ready, I decide between my Salvation Army/Buffalo Exchange purchased t-shirt that I’m so proud of (because it features the name of some business I’ve never heard of, yet it also has a great â€œworn a lotâ€ consistency that I yearn for) and my J. Crew oxford. In no way do I find this ironic for some reason.
Before leaving, I peer out of the one window in my outlandishly priced studio apartment, whose price i’m okay with as it’s â€œjust how San Francisco prices areâ€ to see how the weather is. It is sunny, but I also know this means that it’s probably 52 degrees with a wind chill of â€œyou’re freezing, why the fuck didn’t you wear a coat.â€ I do not bring a coat, as though trying to prove to the weather that I’m above it’s crafty trickery. I will regret this later.
Before I go, I pack myÂ black rimmed Ray-Ban eyeglasses and put on my Ray-Ban sunglasses. I then pack my Macbook Pro, iPad, iPhone and Kindle into my Chrome messenger bag. The Timbuk2 bag is too small and makes my collarbone hurt because I didn’t splurge for the shoulder guard. These are things that I’m actually concerned about.