Day 1, 3/15
My flight up to SF was awesome. I highly recommend traveling in a plane with only capacity. I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN MY AISLE. WHAT!?!
When I arrived at SFO, my good friend, Garrick, was going to pick me up. He was running about 30 min late. I waited outside as I wanted fresh air. BIG MISTAKE. There were smokers and it was bit chilly for Arizonan. It felt nice at the time, but this may be when I started getting sick.
When Garrick picked me up, I called my sister and made an arrangement to have dinner at Pauline's Pizza. Once we got near the restaurant, he circled a block once before a car conveniently pulled out. YES! Although I thought my sister would be there earlier, we got there before she did. We promptly put our name down as there were already people waiting for tables. Soon my sister showed up. We had our salutory hug and said hi. While waiting, my sister had many questions for Garrick regarding prescription drugs and his ability to prescribe to others. Garrick is a psychiatrist. I went to the restroom and saw a toilet located on top of two stairs. It is like a thing you worship. How cool! We did not have to wait long before we were seated.
We were pleased with the salad, pizzas, and ice cream sundae. The salad was full of hard to pronounce greens, but I enjoyed the bloody orange slices the most. We got two pizzas. One was full of organic meat toppings and the other was pesto based. I did not even try the pesto, but the meat pizza was pretty good. Ice cream sundae was okay. I guess all these organic and local stuff is not always the best tasting. Garrick and my sis thought Little Star had better pizzas.
We walked back to my sister's house to drop off the leftovers. We stayed for a little and chatted while watching stuff that was on at the time. All three of us went out for a few drinks. I cannot remember the tavern's name but we had a drink each and chatted more. My sister, who was still ailing from her flu called it a night. Garrick and I went to Marina to have a couple more drinks. We had a conversation about the power struggles within our society. Too deep. I ended up at my sister's around two'ish I think.
Day 2, 3/16
I came down with a full blown case of cold. I took a couple of the wonder drug, Aspirin. My sister and I just hung around the house until close to midday. We wanted to see a movie named, The Bank Job, at SF Center. We took MUNI and I forgot to take a ticket from turnstiles. There were some type of mass transit cops checking for tickets. Crap. My sister explained that I forgot to take the ticket. I was going to plead the tourist insanity, but the cop left us alone. Thank God.
Movie was pretty good. SF Center is pretty nice. We had Thai food at my sister's old neighborhood, known as tenderloin. We came back to her house and watched NCAA selection show. I could not believe Arizona made the cut. In retrospect, it might have served AZ better if they did not make the tourney so they will be hungrier.
My sister and I met up with Garrick and Matt at Nickies. It was a nice and laid back. We were planning on meeting at Toronado, but it was too busy and bustling for my fragile state. It turned out at least for me, much better to hang out at Nickies. We had comfortable seating and food was not too bad. They even had live Irish music although we were not really paying attention.
We called it quits early. We came back around 9.
Day 3, 3/17
I felt about the same. My sister went to work and I mopped around the house. It was depressing watching TV about our current economy. Sister made me dumplings for dinner. I was famished at the time. She is too nice to me. We took a stroll around the Delores park after dinner and bought some juice at Bi-Rite.
Day 4, 3/18
I still felt about the same. Mopped around the house. I caught up on Obama speech on race and economy. Hmm.
My sister wants to go out for dinner before I leave for Phoenix tomorrow. She picked a scenic Beach Chalet. It is a beach front brewpub/restaurant. I did not really care which restaurant.
By the time she came back home from work, it was about 5:30. We walked to pick up her Citycarshare car she reserved. On the way there, I saw a dog in truck and awesome murals.
My flight up to SF was awesome. I highly recommend traveling in a plane with only capacity. I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN MY AISLE. WHAT!?!
When I arrived at SFO, my good friend, Garrick, was going to pick me up. He was running about 30 min late. I waited outside as I wanted fresh air. BIG MISTAKE. There were smokers and it was bit chilly for Arizonan. It felt nice at the time, but this may be when I started getting sick.
When Garrick picked me up, I called my sister and made an arrangement to have dinner at Pauline's Pizza. Once we got near the restaurant, he circled a block once before a car conveniently pulled out. YES! Although I thought my sister would be there earlier, we got there before she did. We promptly put our name down as there were already people waiting for tables. Soon my sister showed up. We had our salutory hug and said hi. While waiting, my sister had many questions for Garrick regarding prescription drugs and his ability to prescribe to others. Garrick is a psychiatrist. I went to the restroom and saw a toilet located on top of two stairs. It is like a thing you worship. How cool! We did not have to wait long before we were seated.
We were pleased with the salad, pizzas, and ice cream sundae. The salad was full of hard to pronounce greens, but I enjoyed the bloody orange slices the most. We got two pizzas. One was full of organic meat toppings and the other was pesto based. I did not even try the pesto, but the meat pizza was pretty good. Ice cream sundae was okay. I guess all these organic and local stuff is not always the best tasting. Garrick and my sis thought Little Star had better pizzas.
We walked back to my sister's house to drop off the leftovers. We stayed for a little and chatted while watching stuff that was on at the time. All three of us went out for a few drinks. I cannot remember the tavern's name but we had a drink each and chatted more. My sister, who was still ailing from her flu called it a night. Garrick and I went to Marina to have a couple more drinks. We had a conversation about the power struggles within our society. Too deep. I ended up at my sister's around two'ish I think.
Day 2, 3/16
I came down with a full blown case of cold. I took a couple of the wonder drug, Aspirin. My sister and I just hung around the house until close to midday. We wanted to see a movie named, The Bank Job, at SF Center. We took MUNI and I forgot to take a ticket from turnstiles. There were some type of mass transit cops checking for tickets. Crap. My sister explained that I forgot to take the ticket. I was going to plead the tourist insanity, but the cop left us alone. Thank God.
Movie was pretty good. SF Center is pretty nice. We had Thai food at my sister's old neighborhood, known as tenderloin. We came back to her house and watched NCAA selection show. I could not believe Arizona made the cut. In retrospect, it might have served AZ better if they did not make the tourney so they will be hungrier.
My sister and I met up with Garrick and Matt at Nickies. It was a nice and laid back. We were planning on meeting at Toronado, but it was too busy and bustling for my fragile state. It turned out at least for me, much better to hang out at Nickies. We had comfortable seating and food was not too bad. They even had live Irish music although we were not really paying attention.
We called it quits early. We came back around 9.
Day 3, 3/17
I felt about the same. My sister went to work and I mopped around the house. It was depressing watching TV about our current economy. Sister made me dumplings for dinner. I was famished at the time. She is too nice to me. We took a stroll around the Delores park after dinner and bought some juice at Bi-Rite.
Day 4, 3/18
I still felt about the same. Mopped around the house. I caught up on Obama speech on race and economy. Hmm.
My sister wants to go out for dinner before I leave for Phoenix tomorrow. She picked a scenic Beach Chalet. It is a beach front brewpub/restaurant. I did not really care which restaurant.
By the time she came back home from work, it was about 5:30. We walked to pick up her Citycarshare car she reserved. On the way there, I saw a dog in truck and awesome murals.
We picked up her current beau on the way. He was pooped from a hard work out. We had a nice dinner with an awesome sunset.
Day 5, 3/19
I got up early. I guess I've been sleeping too much lately. My sister was annoyed by noises I inadvertently make from being awake. My sister had to go to work early to send in some lawyerly papers, but promised to be back to have breakfast with me. She came back around 8:30. I looked around one last time to make sure I had everything. We walked around and ended up at Pork Store Cafe. The cafe was like half bar/half breakfast restaurant that stayed open late. How peculiar. I had my last greasy meal in SF. I cannot say no to cornbeef hash. I had sourdough toast, of course. Sister walked me to the nearest BART station and gave me last instruction on how to get to SFO. It was nice to gotten away from Phoenix even if I was sick the most of time.
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