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San Francisco Part I


How many essays can I write about San Francisco? Oh, so many. The trip was blogspot fodder.

I'll start by educating those who don't often travel, like myself, by airplane. Delta charges $15 per bag to check. No big deal. We were traveling light. No containers over 3 oz. are allowed in carry-on luggage. All of my hair care products were confiscated. I was sentenced to three bad hair days with no hope of parole.

Upon arrival at SF airport, I was immediately greeted with a young man carrying a "Hello Kitty" blanket, beautifully waxed eyebrows, and a deep cut t-shirt. But what really bothered me is that his hair was in the style of Friends Rachel Green (Season 2) plus three inches in every direction. How did he get to keep his hair products? So. Not. Fair.

It soon became apparent that we had scheduled our trip to SF at the most colorful time of year. Yes, that's right. All the rainbows would be out on Sunday morning for the annual gay pride parade. We checked into our hotel and caught a cab to Pier 39. I lamented that I really wanted to take a ferry ride around the bay. My husband replied, "Oh, I don't think there will be any shortages of ferries (sp) this weekend. Badumpa!"

I let him carry my purse for the rest of the evening.

Saturday was Chinatown and then the crowning event: Wicked!

There are absolutely no words to explain Wicked. It was AMAZING!

We wanted to get a cab and get to Pier 39 to take a BOAT (I stopped using the word "ferry") ride around the bay and under the Golden Gate Bridge. We were stopped by an Italian driving a stretch limo. He told us he'd take us to the wharf for $20, dahling, because he loved me. He then proceeded to cram as many women as he could into the limousine, always telling them he loved them. I would have been offended except that 1) I had Mr. Taylor and 2) I watched the Italian top off his ice tea with something from a flask. He'd clearly forgotten that he loved me first.

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  1. ChristaJune 29, 2009 at 6:45 AM

    I'm sure he fit right in carrying your purse! I watched Wicked onyoutube, thanks to my brother, because I knew I would never get the chance to go see it. When it was here, my step dad was going to take me, because it was my birthday, and decent tickets were like $200 each and he couldn't afford it. My mom says he's been saving ever since so that if it ever comes back around I can go. I know it can't compair to in person, but I LOVED it on youtube. We watched the Wizard of Oz last night and my om kept asking me questions, I told her, watch Wicked and you'll see why I think Dorothy is such a snotty noised little brat.

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  2. ChristaJune 29, 2009 at 6:46 AM

    Oh and I guess if you don't approve this it won't show up so here's my email
    CarolinaGirl586aol.com

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  3. CJ SimeJune 29, 2009 at 6:52 AM

    hee hee hee! Thank you for your comment- and hey if you really are only going to run one time a year I will sponsor you. Let me know when I should send the 18 cents!

    :o)

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  4. Jenny WimmerJune 30, 2009 at 12:25 PM

    I love the way you write, it is do dang funny!

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