Ok, so enough about the flight.
I had an interesting ride from the airport in a very scary van with a man who could not speak English nor apparently read road signs. Don't worry, I'm alive. I just had to remind myself not to be a scary New Yorker a few times when he put SEVEN passengers in the van and gave us no indication in what order we would getting out. Breathe in...breathe out.
Jenn was very kind and took me to dinner and we got to check out part of her neighborhood before I crashed.
Day 1: Friday
- Woke up at 5am, stared at the ceiling for an hour before going back to sleep
- Saw Alcatraz which I thought was very cool and did an excellent job of deterring me from a future in crime
- I saw some rockin' sea lions
- Reunited with Molly after nearly a year
- Went to a Prohibition bar where you need a password to get in. We went in through the library. Password: books
- Went down a SLIDE to get to a bar, only injured myself slightly. We told the slide story several times over the weekend. Jenn and I showed our battle wounds to prove our dedication to the cause.
Day 2: Saturday
- Delicious breakfast at Polkers with Molly's friends
- Walk to the Golden Gate Bridge
- Laying on a hill in the sunshine
- Oktoberfest
- Oktoberfest beer
- Big cups at Oktoberfest for beer
- KU football winning 58-10 (I think)
Day 3: Sunday
- Matt giving us a ride to brunch
- Seeing Roxie Cinema
- Brunch at Foreign Cinema with the Patch brothers, Dave and Jared
- Gourmet Pop Tarts at brunch
- Dave giving us a ride to the Sports Basement
- Falling asleep on the couch at the Sports Basement
- Reenacting the opening credits of Full House at the Painted Ladies
- Walking/shopping with Jenn, Molly and Amy
- Dinner with the same
Now that you know WAY more about the trip than you ever wanted to know, here are the pictures! As I remember specific stories I'll be sure to fill you in.
Many thanks to Jenn for being an amazing host and helping eat all the candy I brought into the apartment...and my snoring that apparently can be heard through walls.
3 comments:
I'm so distressed. Why would they leave a perfectly good accordion at Alcatraz after all the people left? And who used to play it? Perhaps it belonged to someone who was jailed for being a pirate. Or perhaps some crazy German polka player got in a rumble at Oktoberfest! Great pictures.
I love San Francisco! My mom and I flew there for a weekend once. I have a few "hill" pictures that I love (you know, the street signs telling you there is a hill when the road climbs at a 45 degree angle behind it). Makes me want to go there again!
ohhhhh... I used to eat at Polkers ALL the time. It's just a few blocks from my old apartment. And, yes, love the sports basement. Glad you had fun!
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