Come with me as I navigage the particular joys of a San Francisco Sunday. This is an incredibly competitive city; you must stay on your toes at all times. Imperative.
This is my first diary, so be kind, even though it’s a stream of consciousness rant after two good margaritas and is being written while listening to the Super Bowl half-time show with Prince singing Proud Mary in the back ground. We'll start the journey after the flip.
Got stuck in a traffic jam trying to get down to Chrissy Field to watch the gigantic Queen Mary ocean liner come in under the Golden Gate Bridge with a mere 17 inch clearance (or was that 17 feet?). Traffic is impossible, laughable, dangerous. Get pissed and spend a half hour getting out of traffic jam. Give up on trying to see the big spectacle. Try to find parking in order to get something to eat at a neighborhood restaurant. Find the parking space, get to the restaurant, get in a fight with the unfamiliar server over the cacophony of the combined noise of a television set imported for the Super Bowl game and the usual music coming out of the speakers -- damaging to the nervous system. Complained. Got a face full of attitude. Gave back superior mojo worthy attitude. Bitched. Moaned. Prevailed.
Finally decided to stay and eat, but by that time the SO was in full flame out over the cheekiness of the server. Listened to the vent. Determined best if server heard it. She did and gave back more attitude. SOS furious and looking serious about leaving without food or drink. Talked him into letting me disarm her, which I did, within minutes. It’s not rocket science.
Went back for a word with the chef about a dish I really wanted that had been on the menu the previous week. Lucky me, he has all the ingredients (spaghetti, braised duck, pancetta, borlotti beans) and will do it. It will be a take home item since I've already ordered something else off the menu -- olive oil poached tuna with cannellini bean salad. Two margaritas. Made it home in one piece. Feeling fine. Dreading Monday.
How was your Super Bowl Sunday?