Week 3-Marin County

So my dad has been pushing me to start looking for 'real' jobs and keeps sending me all these links for really boring job openings, but this week he sent me one for a film company intern in San Rafael.  I decided to go check out the San Rafael/Marin County Area to see what I thought and if I wanted to stay up here to work.

This much I already knew-I work in Marin County and I effing hate the customers that come into my work.  Not because they are rich-I have no problem with rich people. Buster and I are actually on the hunt for a rich old dude I can marry that gives me stuff and let's me do whatever I want. It's the snobby entitlement that rich people have that is so aggravating and Marin County is FULL of them.

But it has it's upsides too, like it's environmental beauty.  So when my friend Oliver called me to go hiking at the Marin resovior to see some waterfalls I was down.  I asked him if Buster could come and he said of course...What he should have said was no, this is an impossible hike for a chihuahua.  Thanks Oliver.

We ended up carrying Buster the majority of the time, mostly because this dog hates being wet and being that we wer basically climbing up a huge waterfall, everything was wait.  So that was awesome.  I was hungover during this hike so the snickers we got from other passing hikers at the sight of small chihuahua on this hike were no where near appreciated.  But it was pretty, I'll give it that much.

We went to Sol Food in downtown San Rafael after the hike, where Buster got a lot of positive attention, oohs and aaahs, and pets.  Oliver and I, who were caked with mud and looked liked he had just hiked to hell and back got a lot negative attention like "Ew, who are these dirty people making Marin look ugly." Let me tell you, all that plastic surgery makes you look ugly too, women of Marin. 

Sol Food was delicious and as we walked back to the car, Buster still licking garlic plantains off his lips, a large old man came up to me asking for a dollar for the bus, he only need just 1 please.  He was the nicest person we had encountered all day so I gave it to him and as he smiled and slipped it into his pocket I caught side of at least an 1/8 of marijuana in his coat pocket.  Bus fare my ass.

I hate you Marin.

Join Buster and I next week at we head to Lake Tahoe.  We'll try to remember our camera this time.