For instance, yesterday I was sitting in the park and a group of dudes sat down near me and started talking very loudly about a number of things.
One of them pointed out that big new high rise, in the background of the above photo, to the right of Mission High’s bell tower. He says a colleague of theirs is moving in to a 2-bedroom condo there.
“Guess how much he’s paying? … Fifty-eight!!”
He’s moving in next week and doesn’t have a roommate lined up any time soon, but he’s not worried about it. He’s just been promoted to senior developer at Netflix, says his friend, by way of explanation. It’s just $5800 a month.
“I get it, living in the high rise, with the view — and if you wanna fuck a bitch, in the window, and be all like, ‘This is MY city.’ ”
I get it.
Apparently the guy’s rationale is that he’s worked really hard for a long time living in shitty places and hasn’t really lived his life. And now he’s been promoted and he’s breaking up with girlfriend because she’s moving to Chicago and he can’t leave the Bay Area and doesn’t want to do the long distance thing. So now he’s ready to live his life. Gotta have a ridiculous condo.
The group speculated as to why their friend didn’t get a place in SoMa, so as to be closer to the train, and then they changed topics and started talking about a video game where there’s a woman who works for you, and you can turn her into a dog.
And then they started talking about whether or not they should “get another bottle of Chenin.”
Netflix is great though. BoJack Horseman and Kimmy Schmidt are the two best shows on TV right now if you ask me.