San Francisco: Uncut
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Saturday:
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riderofkarma credit: she is awesome. Jen is ichiban: the first of my sister's 7 kids, my first niece and my parent's first grandchild--which makes her something of a moving target, in terms of scrutiny. Like me she eventually busted out by moving away. And she's reaping the benefits of that decision. If she weren't my own flesh and blood I'd still think she rocks. OK, the smoking is stoopid. But otherwise, top notch A-1 quality person.
We slurped a coffee, thenQUAYED queued up for the Powell Street trolley (is it on the trolley?). That took about 45 minutes, but we 3 were chattering away. A 4th tried to glom on, but I threw up my NY invisible armour...sorry querrelle. The trolley itself is a bin-dere-dun-dat experience, but we were there and did that. And it got us to Fisherman's Wharf, where the sea lions are clearly homophobic: they disappeared before we got there. It was a gorgeous sunny day, with kewl fog on the Bay, and we talked and yammered. Eventually we got us a decent lunch, and headed towards the Castro on the F streetcar. F as in fucking uncomfortable (Italian hard wood is for floors, not benches) and fucking tedious (40 minutes approximately). From there we grabbed the 337 bus up to Twin Peaks. A very nice vicious queen told us when we got to the right stop, just after being a complete and total fuckwit asshole shitstain to the driver. Thanks for the info...bitch. We climbed many steps, took in the glory that is SF, then bussed down to the ghetto for a coffee @ Starbears. Soon we had to get back to the hotel to recover (leprechaun tired sweetie) and send Jen back to Berkeley. When 2 Egans spend 8 hours together without drawing blood, 'tis a good thing.
Our evening meal was great.smiley_kiley and nakednsf and squalidbear and sfbritskin and Richard (Ms. sfbritskin) joined us for a meal at Malacca, which is a str8 in Malaysia and also Greek slang for gay wanker. The cuisine was Asian fusionesque with many seafood options; the company and conversation were...the other meaning. We loved our meals and the company, and the posse of us traipsed down to The Bar Formely Known as Daddy's for a some craic. Others petered away but we and the Britskins adjourned to The Edge. Because we could sit there. Tired legs, long day. After molesting sfbritskin, my husband came back to the hotel with me where we took his pot off boil. *splat*
Sunday:
We skipped Mass. instead we checked out, metpoohbearjim for brekkie, and the 3 of us biked across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Aside from nearly dying from the exertion, it was great fun. I assumed the ability to rollerblade 10km would translate to a similar distance bicycling. Nyet. The other guys were patient above and beyond. The views were gorgeous, up to, on and across the bridge. Sausalito was charming if a bit touristy, and the ferry ride back was wonderful. All of this was enhanced by the easygoing, interesting and engaging poohbearjim. profkampf is a lucky man.
To cap things off we showedquerrelle the Lone Star. We grabbed our luggage, hopped on the BART, and arrive at SFO to check in for our flights. As in plural: I was on Alaska Air points; he was on United to get Aeroplan points. His flight was to leave 30 minutes before mine, so we checked him in, picked up our Subways (much better, I know feel, than typical North American airline food), and he toddled through security in Terminal 3. I headed to terminal 1, where Alaska Air was in total chaos: couldn't reprint my boarding pass, QUAYED queued for 30 minutes only to be yanked out of the QUAY and put at the back of another QUAY queue. I was 2nd to last to get a boarding pass, then got stuffed behind some eejit whose attitude earned him the full meal deal security screening. By the time I got to the gate I was freaking out....but I got on the flight.
I leap off planes and stride like an Kip Keino;querrelle lumbers. So I got to passport control in time to join him in the QUAY queue. We were through in a flash, grabbed his checked luggage (how 90s), into a taxi, and home shortly thereafter. We had a bevvie, had a root, watched And the Band Played On, and slept in our own gorgeous bed. In our gorgeous city. SF is fun and there's a lot of great people there. But like Sydney there is a sort of treadmill aspect of the gay scene I find tedious, annoying, and unpleasant. Not everyone, mind you. But aspect of it are kinda like gay high schoo--except everyone wants to be a jock/cheerleader/nerd fushion. Life seems to short
Saturday:
I have to give
riderofkarma credit: she is awesome. Jen is ichiban: the first of my sister's 7 kids, my first niece and my parent's first grandchild--which makes her something of a moving target, in terms of scrutiny. Like me she eventually busted out by moving away. And she's reaping the benefits of that decision. If she weren't my own flesh and blood I'd still think she rocks. OK, the smoking is stoopid. But otherwise, top notch A-1 quality person.We slurped a coffee, then
querrelle. The trolley itself is a bin-dere-dun-dat experience, but we were there and did that. And it got us to Fisherman's Wharf, where the sea lions are clearly homophobic: they disappeared before we got there. It was a gorgeous sunny day, with kewl fog on the Bay, and we talked and yammered. Eventually we got us a decent lunch, and headed towards the Castro on the F streetcar. F as in fucking uncomfortable (Italian hard wood is for floors, not benches) and fucking tedious (40 minutes approximately). From there we grabbed the 337 bus up to Twin Peaks. A very nice vicious queen told us when we got to the right stop, just after being a complete and total fuckwit asshole shitstain to the driver. Thanks for the info...bitch. We climbed many steps, took in the glory that is SF, then bussed down to the ghetto for a coffee @ Starbears. Soon we had to get back to the hotel to recover (leprechaun tired sweetie) and send Jen back to Berkeley. When 2 Egans spend 8 hours together without drawing blood, 'tis a good thing.Our evening meal was great.
smiley_kiley and nakednsf and squalidbear and sfbritskin and Richard (Ms. sfbritskin) joined us for a meal at Malacca, which is a str8 in Malaysia and also Greek slang for gay wanker. The cuisine was Asian fusionesque with many seafood options; the company and conversation were...the other meaning. We loved our meals and the company, and the posse of us traipsed down to The Bar Formely Known as Daddy's for a some craic. Others petered away but we and the Britskins adjourned to The Edge. Because we could sit there. Tired legs, long day. After molesting sfbritskin, my husband came back to the hotel with me where we took his pot off boil. *splat*Sunday:
We skipped Mass. instead we checked out, met
poohbearjim for brekkie, and the 3 of us biked across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Aside from nearly dying from the exertion, it was great fun. I assumed the ability to rollerblade 10km would translate to a similar distance bicycling. Nyet. The other guys were patient above and beyond. The views were gorgeous, up to, on and across the bridge. Sausalito was charming if a bit touristy, and the ferry ride back was wonderful. All of this was enhanced by the easygoing, interesting and engaging poohbearjim. profkampf is a lucky man. To cap things off we showed
querrelle the Lone Star. We grabbed our luggage, hopped on the BART, and arrive at SFO to check in for our flights. As in plural: I was on Alaska Air points; he was on United to get Aeroplan points. His flight was to leave 30 minutes before mine, so we checked him in, picked up our Subways (much better, I know feel, than typical North American airline food), and he toddled through security in Terminal 3. I headed to terminal 1, where Alaska Air was in total chaos: couldn't reprint my boarding pass, I leap off planes and stride like an Kip Keino;
querrelle lumbers. So I got to passport control in time to join him in the 
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-17 10:27 pm (UTC)Every single one of their flights I have been on has been late, has had mechanical failure or "other" issues arise.
I am good humoured about it but it gets a bit dull. People always act like their civil rights are being taken away when they have to que at the airport, especially when there is an issue with the plane.
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-17 10:29 pm (UTC)You can't get no love.
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:35 pm (UTC)how's the tummy today? barfy?
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:39 pm (UTC)Now it is all about the heartburn and the general malaise and ennui. *snorts*
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-17 10:45 pm (UTC)And I can hang out with people who drool.