Friday -
- Rented a car and did a day trip north into Marin county. Our first stop was the Muir Woods. Really cool. I know that I was there when I was 10 but I didn't remember or appreciate it like I do now. Those are some f*cking cool ass trees!
- After a stop at the "nut man" on the side of the road, we decided to head to Bodega Bay but got a little turned around and ended up driving through Marin county and into Sonoma before getting back west.
- On our detour we stopped in a little quaint (read RICH) Marin town called Larkspur and had lunch at a tres chic French restaurant. Yummy food. I had the richest truffled egg salad sandwich on buttered toasted brioche slices. Decadent!
- Finally got to Bodega Bay which was kind of disappointing actually. I mean "The Birds" was filmed there for crissakes! I expected to feel at least a little creeped out. But the real winner was the little town on Route 1 on the way back south that we drove through called Stinson Beach. It was so adorable - I could totally live there or at least have a vacation home there.
Saturday -
- We decided to do another day-trip, this time South. It was so damn foggy that morning that it was a little frustrating on our way down the PCH towards Santa Cruz.
- By the time we got to Santa Cruz the fog had burned away and it was actually hot. We saw cute beach volleyball boys and cuter sea lions which was our goal.
- We then headed back north but went inland to San Jose to go to the Winchester House! Let me tell you, it was not as good as I thought it was back when I was 13. We had the cheesiest tour guide named Chris whose voice had such an annoying CAdence and WEIRD inFLECtions that it was hard to not laugh out loud numerous times during the very scripted 65 min tour. I was glad that we went but I certainly never have to go there again.
- Ended the day by driving through Berkeley and hitting horrific traffic over the Bay Bridge back into the city. Do people have to deal with that shit all the time? uggh
- Finished the evening by having Italian in North Beach and then some kick-ass gelato.
Sunday -
- This was the day that we'd really come down to SF for in the first place. The 25th annual Folsom Street Fair. All of the fetishes and freaks in the world represented in one 5 block square space. The "community festival" was definitely SENSORY OVERLOAD. I'm a very open-minded and non-judgemental person, but even I had to draw the line at the dude that was the Human Urinal. No. Just no. I saw a lot of penises and boobs. I spanked someone for charity. I got to watch gay porn live in the Titan video tent. I saw enough to say that I saw too much. There was awesome music though - The English Beat (squee!), Berlin, Shiny Toy Guns...awesome.
- Before the fair, I met up with Kate and her boyfriend who were in town for a wedding the night before. We had breakfast at Cafe Mason and got to catch up. It was a great way to start the day.
By Monday, Robert and I were both kind of ready to go home. We had the car for another day so drove to places in the city that we couldn't really get to on MUNI like Twin Peaks, Golden Gate Park, and the Castro. We also went to the Haight-Ashbury district and walked by the old apt that Kate and Sarah used to live in. Happy memories.
I got to have lunch with JK (Janice) who came in from Oakland to see me. It was great catching up. She suggested that Robert and I go to the bar that she and her partner Irene own in the Mission because it was karaoke night. We happily went that night after a mediterranean dinner across the street. They had big, strong, and cheap drinks (good) but no karaoke because the guy was sick (bad). It was a little hipster local hangout bar that reminded me of Seattle like the Tin Hat.
I was craving gelato again so we tried to find a place in the Mission and thanks to the wonder of phones with internet we discovered a place in the nearby neighborhood of Bernell Heights. I have to say, I was totally unfamiliar with this section of the city and WOW was it the cutest damn neighborhood I've ever seen! I can't believe I've never been there or heard of it before. I loved it. If I lived in San Francisco I would want to live there. Sure, it's a little far away from stuff but who cares when the area is so cool.
Tuesday brought migraines and sickness for me. What a way to make my way home to the Emerald City. I've had a headache ever since. Shit.
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