The flight wasn't all that bad. I lucked out and got seated next to Norma. Married with three children, and living on an island called Hawaii. We talked about traveling - she just got back from a visit to cousins in Danmark (her grandparents are Danish and moved to the US) - and we talked about injuries. When the time came to have dinner, she cut up my chicken. And she helped me open up some packs (you know: those tiny wrapped up pretzel thingies and such). In the end we swapped E-mail addresses and phone numbers.
Sarah and Trevor were waiting for me, and Sarah even wore a flower in her hair
We drove into San Francisco, and the closer we got to Broadway and Kearny the more stripclubs we saw. Naughteh. We joked about it (AJ, I wonder why you recommended it, is it right up your alley?) and on the prowl for a parking spot I suddenly spotted... "Is that a rat?" Sarah lost it and cracked up; she was paying attention to the traffic in front of her she hadn't noticed. (It was a rat, by the way. And I'm not talking about the human kind!) Anyhoo, they helped me get settled (I currently reside in a large room in a quiet side street off Broadway called Bartol) and I was glad Trevor was with me. My muscle man. I could not have managed without him. And thank you, Sarah, for driving the crazy traffic. By the time I got settled in nicely, we all were hungry, so we drove to Chow on Church. The food is simple, but yummie. And we got to sit on the patio :)
Photo courtesy of Trevor V.After that Sarah drove home and Trevor and I slowly trekked back towards P*rnville. We went by Moscone Convention Center, but the carrousel was already closed by then, and visited the Beat Museum - which was really around the corner of the place where I'm staying. We ended up enjoying drinks (H2O) on the top deck with a great view
The next day Trevor and I went to City Hall via UN Plaza, saw five weddings (mostly same sex) and got our pic taken on the same steps many couples posed. I joked we got hitched as well, which in itself is a bit of a "queer" wedding, eh? It's wonderful to see all those people finally being able to marry. We checked out the photo exhibition on the sub level. Then we went to the Asian Art Museum (awesome pieces!), before riding the carroussel at the Moscone Convention Center. Tee-hee-hee! After a tasty dinner at Chevy's, a Mexican restaurant, we got MUNI passes and rode the cable car to Fisherman's Wharf. We wandered around till the sun was down (checked out the very touristy Pier 39) before heading back. Passing by the strip joints Trevor and I hear "Gentlemen, come in." Erm... Nope. Somehow, I "lack" the curiousity to actually walk into a dive like that. There's just no appeal in women vying (begging?) for your attention to get some dinero. I don't get off on that.
Photos courtesy of Trevor V.The vertigo's back with a vengeance. Unfortunately. And I think it's a side effect of jet lag. Yesterday was short but not sweet: I was nauseous and had a lie down. Today, the dizziness comes in waves but I'm not nauseous. Dunno what is better. To my biggest surprise my shoulders are doing well - although the torn muscle has been acting up quite fiercely (and that hurts like a b*tch!)
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