We had a great time in San Francisco! Such a beautiful city—made even more alluring by absolutely perfect weather on Sunday. It rained on Saturday, but that was okay because we spent most of the day tucked in a dark corner of a pub near Haight Street for the Redskins game. Later on, we celebrated Sissy’s birthday at dinner in North Beach with Mark, Chuck, Leah, Joe, Erik, and myself. That was followed by a quick stop at a Karaoke bar in the Castro—highlighted by a 200-pound-plus man doing the robot to--what else-- “Mr. Roboto”—and then we tore up the dance floor at a restaurant/club that had what I can only imagine might resemble the clientele of The Yacht Club in Bethesda. (Read: lots of middle-aged mamas getting their groove on. But it was still fun!)
We spent Sunday hitting all the touristy spots like Union Square, Lombard Street, and Fisherman’s Wharf. We rode a trolley car, saw the sea lions on Pier 39, and gawked at all of the stunning views. Then we headed over the Bay Bridge to Oakland Hills, where Shannon and Brian have an amazing house. Just about about two miles up the street from them is the entrance to a state park offering 90 miles of running and hiking trails—and a panoramic view of basically the entire city. The sun was just setting when we got to there, so we were in complete awe. Then Sissy and Erik left to go back to Lemoore, and the rest of us walked down to the adorable village near Brian and Shannon's for Thai food.
Before we left on Monday, Chuck took us to one of the many beaches near his place. (Sigh.) As we boarded the plane to go back to cold New York, we began to think it might be time to move out to the west coast...
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