Floyd Lloyd Cuizon and The Bay Area

Over the weekend, me and the BFF took a road trip to our home area. We grew up 15 minutes from each other but never knew each other til 1999. <-- more about that later.

We went up for her auntie's wedding. But since I'm from there and my family is still there I thought I would do the rounds and see everyone. Anne and I arrived to her parents house around 4am on Saturday morning after hours of my DJing Rick Astley and Peter Cetera songs we were bleary-eyed but glad to be home. My mom picked me up from my aunt's house a couple minutes away and off we zoomed to the mall in Pleasant Hill/Concord for some good old-fashion shopping. Disgusted at the amount of purfume that was wafting through the mall, my nose started to actually burn inside Abercrombie and Fitch. (Disclaimer- I had to go in with my mom so she could by two shirts for her friend to take to England for her grandson.) We quickly made our purchases and left. I arrived at my dad's house shortly after where we had tea and conversed some. And then off to my grandparents house, where we had more tea and more convo. We left there to get to dinner with my mother's friends and had more food and more convo. At this point I am falling asleep with my eyes open. We went to my mom's house. Both had a quick nap and then jetted back off to my auntie's house in Pinole to say hello to my aunt and uncle and my wiener dog. Anne picks me up from there and we go off to visit with our old friend Rene. We eventually get home and go through Anne's year books and laugh at all the people we know. And fell into our respective beds with our eyes already closed.

Here comes the 1999 part.

Anne and I met in 1999. At the time we had boyfriends (actually, I was BFF with my ex at that point) that were best friends and were in the same band. We drank milk tea every chance we got and we took bart into the city as other Bay Area folk do. Basically this was the weekend of 1999. We hung out with Rene (Anne's Ex), took bart into the city to retrieve a taxidermy deer head and check out a local Burningman clothing store and then rode back on Bart with Floyd Lloyd Cuizon the deer. We returned to get Milk Tea from the one and only J&S at the 99Ranch. Listened to music from 1999 and talked of things 1999.

The bay calls. I miss it. It smells good. I miss my old house. I miss my family. I miss the bay views. I miss the cold. LA is a good place to live as its the only place to do what I do. But the bay is Home and always will be.

The house I grew up in...



Where I reside now...



Where the heart is...