Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Lessons learned in San Francisco

Sean and I just got back from our first "spur of the moment, we have nothing else to do so we might as fly up to San Francisco for a day and a half" trip.

I always thought I could be a person who flew out of town at a moment's notice. So when I saw that I was going to miss the Scissors Sisters concert in LA, I looked to see where else they were playing. Turns out they were playing in San Francisco the following weekend. I turned to Sean asked him, in a none-too-serious tone, if he wanted to fly up to SF for the day to see a concert. Of course he said yes. Because that is who he is. And rather than give you a minute-by-minute rehash of our trip - here are a few lessons we learned.

Lessons Learned:

If you're going to put contacts in for the very first time in your life - do not wait until 20 minutes before you're suppose to leave for the airport to do so.

Katie will not get on a plane without Sean. But she'll tell you that she will.

As the level of her annoyance rises, the number of snarky comments out of Katie's mouth increases.

Even strangers are not immune to Katie's snarkiness when annoyed.

M. Ward gives Seu Jorge a run for his money when it comes to covering Bowie.

If you're taking a restaurant recommendation from a free paper - set expectations low. Very low.

Hang Ah makes the best BBQ pork buns. And the biggest.

Apparently, 2 bites of garlic broccoli does not constitute a serving of vegetable.

Unleashing both of us in a bookstore is disastrous for our bank accounts. (Would Susie Orman constitute money spent on books as 'good debt'? )

People voluntarily live in base housing on Treasure Island. And they're not in the military.

Scissor Sisters have the best on stage banter between songs. Ever.

36 hours in San Francisco.
2 concerts.
3 restaurants.
3 shopping expeditions.
1 coffee shop.
2 very happy, but very tired, crazy kids.

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