Sunday, February 18th, 2007
Something I didn’t understand when I moved here was how hopelessly suburban Silicon Valley is. I don’t know why, but somehow I was expecting something with more bustle. I feel like I’ve booked a vacation to tropical island, spent the last month salivating over the photos in the brochure, and I arrive to find something less attractive than a smoked out Motel 6 room.
Okay, maybe it’s not that bad. But it certainly felt like it when at 8pm on a Wednesday, I’m the only person in a Wallgreens that doesn’t have Pepsi prodcuts, and 1am on a Friday, In-n-Out is populated by slightly tipsy highschool preppies. After wading through a crowd of Michelen Man Look-Alike Convention attendees to order my food, I began to wonder if this place has anything worth seeing. At all.
This is the frame of mind I was in when I decided to go driving a few weeks ago at 4am. I figured there was no time like the present to learn about this new “city”, so I hopped in my car and Just Drove.
After wandering around for a half hour, I noticed some a light snap on and shine brightly in my rear view mirror. I figured someone was flashing their lights at me, so I pulled over to the side. Imagine my surprise when a very confused police officer walks over to my car, and asks for my license and registration. Apparently, he was just trying to illuminate my license plate, and was a bit bewildered when I pulled my car over.
The weirdest part of that whole experience was: the entire time, the only thing I could think was “Damn it if this guy doesn’t look exactly like Brent Simmons.”