You're Not In Kansas Anymore
It's Tuesday, and I'm still recovering from what was one of the best weekends I've had in a long time, flying to "SF" and visiting with my old friend MJ. She and I have known each other since nerd camp in Kentucky (http://www.kygsp.org/) the summer after our junior years of high school. MJ is a magnificent creature, all in all, and I will say one of my favorite human beings, and it was so good to see her again.
The time change kicked my ass from the beginning. I arrived in SF (which is what the hipsters call San Francisco, I learned on the flight out there) a little before 9 pm, which would be 11 pm Kansas time, on Friday night. I was exhausted, but from the time MJ picked me up, I was exhilarated and ready for anything. We drove to her folks' house in Redwood City (I think that's right) and I chatted with her Dad (about the evolution of god and how ridiculous the bible can be--see Leviticus), she made the Nieman-Marcus recipe chocolate chip cookies (yum!), and we discussed what was on the docket for the weekend.
When MJ's cookies were done, we packed some up and hit the road again to SF, to a club called Zeitgeist. After hitting the bar for a beer, we walked outside to the patio area and almost immediately began talking to a cat by the name of Kool Kyle. MJ first complimented him on his hat, and we all just ended up conversing from there. He's in a pop-punk-rap group called Inspector Double Negative (http://www.koolkyle.com), and we talked for a while about the fusion of the three types of music and such. He and his pals left, and MJ and I just took to people watching. I learned pretty quickly that while a lot of the folks in SF are super nice, there are some who just try a little too hard on their image. But I guess that's the case everywhere.
In any case, following Zeitgeist we migrated down to a Karaoke club called The Mint. The list was closed, but we hung out for a little bit and did some more catching up, and listened to other people do the entertaining. The people in SF must take their Karaoke pretty seriously, because they were all pretty good--even the little balding white guy who sang Purple Rain.
We were both fading, so we headed back to MJ's (future) flat, which is spectacular! Just up a little ways from Presidio Heights, the building (and I'm assuming the entire row) was built after the big SF earthquake in 1906. The architecture is amazing, down to the details of trim, hardwood floors, a balcony overlooking the city and the Masonic temple, and a textured design on the plaster hallway walls. There are even crystal doorknobs on the bedroom doors. MJ's Grandmother is a San Francisco native (which never even struck me as being possible), and she owns the building; she lives in the flat upstairs, MJ's flat is in the middle, and there's a "Garden Apartment" below. MJ hasn't moved to SF just yet (that's supposed to happen this fall), but her Grandmother was kind enough to let us stay there for the weekend.
It was sleep time, big time. And Saturday was a long and overflowingly-wild enough day to deserve its own entry, so this will have to be continued...
The time change kicked my ass from the beginning. I arrived in SF (which is what the hipsters call San Francisco, I learned on the flight out there) a little before 9 pm, which would be 11 pm Kansas time, on Friday night. I was exhausted, but from the time MJ picked me up, I was exhilarated and ready for anything. We drove to her folks' house in Redwood City (I think that's right) and I chatted with her Dad (about the evolution of god and how ridiculous the bible can be--see Leviticus), she made the Nieman-Marcus recipe chocolate chip cookies (yum!), and we discussed what was on the docket for the weekend.
When MJ's cookies were done, we packed some up and hit the road again to SF, to a club called Zeitgeist. After hitting the bar for a beer, we walked outside to the patio area and almost immediately began talking to a cat by the name of Kool Kyle. MJ first complimented him on his hat, and we all just ended up conversing from there. He's in a pop-punk-rap group called Inspector Double Negative (http://www.koolkyle.com), and we talked for a while about the fusion of the three types of music and such. He and his pals left, and MJ and I just took to people watching. I learned pretty quickly that while a lot of the folks in SF are super nice, there are some who just try a little too hard on their image. But I guess that's the case everywhere.
In any case, following Zeitgeist we migrated down to a Karaoke club called The Mint. The list was closed, but we hung out for a little bit and did some more catching up, and listened to other people do the entertaining. The people in SF must take their Karaoke pretty seriously, because they were all pretty good--even the little balding white guy who sang Purple Rain.
We were both fading, so we headed back to MJ's (future) flat, which is spectacular! Just up a little ways from Presidio Heights, the building (and I'm assuming the entire row) was built after the big SF earthquake in 1906. The architecture is amazing, down to the details of trim, hardwood floors, a balcony overlooking the city and the Masonic temple, and a textured design on the plaster hallway walls. There are even crystal doorknobs on the bedroom doors. MJ's Grandmother is a San Francisco native (which never even struck me as being possible), and she owns the building; she lives in the flat upstairs, MJ's flat is in the middle, and there's a "Garden Apartment" below. MJ hasn't moved to SF just yet (that's supposed to happen this fall), but her Grandmother was kind enough to let us stay there for the weekend.
It was sleep time, big time. And Saturday was a long and overflowingly-wild enough day to deserve its own entry, so this will have to be continued...
posted by Dora Maar at 1:22 PM
2 Comments:
Babydoll!!! Thanks for the compliments -- I'm blushing :-) I'm so glad you had a good time. I did too, and, even after sleeping 12 hours last night (I didn't hit the road until 9pm Sunday), I'm still dazed and recovering.
Thank you again so much for having me out for the weekend! I slept nearly all day yesterday, but have been told today at work that I seem to still be on vacation!
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