Tuesday, September 07, 2004
I had the pleasure of spending this past Labor Day weekend in lovely San Francisco. It was a fantastic little jaunt away from LA LA land although I was expecting your typical San Francisco clean, crisp air and was greeted with a horrific heat wave. Oh well, what are you gonna do? Sweat, and lots of it that's for damn sure! Here is a brief run down of events from the jam packed, fun-filled weekend.
Friday
I arrived in the city around 7pm, ready for a night of who knows what....Hareesh picked me up on the moto-cycle and we went to eat at this hole-in-the-wall vietnamese place (Cordon Bleu) that had the best marinated chicken outside of vietnam, we proceeded back to his place where I kicked some major butt in a video game called Soul Catcher...or something to that effect...BTW, it helps a lot if you have more life than your opponent. :) Afterwards we headed over to Justin's Penthouse Suite at the Hotel Capri, quenched our thirst with some cranberry juice and vodka and then about 10 of us headed over to a karaoke bar for some good times. Now you see, what we had here was about 10 swing dancers out looking for a good time...and maybe a little lindy bombing along the way. Yes, we lindy bombed the karaoke joint but everyone else in the place was so bombed in another fashion that we essentially just gave the drunk bastards a reason to step up to the plate and dance right along with us. We closed down the joint with a group rendition of "Hooked On A Feeling."
Saturday
I dragged Lisa and her sister Suzanne to the Haight with me for some good old fashioned thrift shopping and lunch at Balazo's. If you're ever in the Haight...go to Balazo's...damn fine Mexican food. We all found treasures to treasure forever. That night was dancing at The Doghouse and the typical post-dancing nosh at Denny's. Why do all dancers go to Denny's? is it in the secret Lindy Hoppers Handbook? I think I skipped that chapter.
Sunday
Lisa and I went to Golden Gate Park for Lindy in the Park's 8th Anniversary and BBQ. Seeing as how dancing on concrete is not my favorite, we ended up socializing instead. That night we all went to Fisherman's Wharf for dinner because it was Lisa's request for a nice restaurant by the water with a view. Did I mention that this weekend was an early birthday celebration for Lisa's 30th birthday? That's why she got to pick where she wanted to eat. We, being the friendly group that we were, ended up be-friending the waiter, Keith, who came over to our hotel after work and picked us up and took us to Specs in North Beach where we had a pint or two of ale. Just what I wanted all weekend long, a comfortable bar with old and new friends alike and good conversation. Too bad it couldn't have lasted longer. Say this in your best Irish accent "Shannon!"
Monday
Flew back to LA. So sad. Bye-bye San Fran.
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