My friend Deanna G—not my cousin Deanna G; they are two different but rockin’ awesome girls—sent me a link to this blog the other day. The image below goes with recent research that the 5-second rule could be changed to the 30-second rule. I like it because it takes the possibility of bacon into consideration.
By the way, SF Foodie is a pretty great blog featuring San Francisco restaurants and a lot of other cool food-related things. It’s a must-consult if you’re planning a visit.
When I got the newest Train album on iTunes last week, I fell in love with the first song immediately: “Save Me, San Francisco.” The chorus goes like this:
I’ve been high, I’ve been low
I’ve been yes and I’ve been oh, hell no
I’ve been rock ‘n roll and disco
Won’t you save me, San Francisco?
Kinda fun, right?
I knew this was a song I needed to share with others. And then I started listening to the lyrics more closely. The guy (OK, specifically the lead singer, Pat Monahan, who lives in Seattle) sings “Oregon” as “OR-A-GONE”—granted, for what seems like rhyming purposes, but STILL. As a northwesterner, shouldn’t he know better? Is it not common knowledge that that pronunciation is unforgiveable?
But wait, there’s more! He also sings about meeting “some ladies from Marin” who leave him “with these blisters on my skin.” Well, If I know one thing about my friends, it’s that they love songs about catching STDs. Hm. Maybe never mind sharing this song.
I still love it, though. And I really, really am loving this band so much as I get to know their music better. For instance, the first song I paid any attention to was “Hey, Soul Sister.” My Sunshine girl quoted lyrics from that song on Facebook for days. And then Sherilee posted this fun video of it on her blog, and I love it even more than the official Train video, which is pretty good except for where the girl in the white looks like she has boxer shorts pantylines.
Enjoy this little taste of Train. I sure do. But I’m going to pronounce the band name “Try-ane” just to piss ‘em off.
Today’s Plinky prompt:
Who was your arch enemy when you were 10?
Change the name, if you're a wuss.
This one is easy.
Keri (her real name!) and I became fast friends when I started fifth grade at TVJA. We both lived with our single moms, and because most of our classmates’ parents were married, we banded together as the odd ones out. But friendship, like all things at that age, is fickle. The next school year we both started playing the flute in band and suddenly our friendship became competitive. Some might have said it was downright hateful. There were probably other issues too, like fights between mutual friends and playground stuff and all that. I don’t remember. I just know that we went from being best of friends to not being able to stand each other anymore. We continued like that through junior high.
In 1983-84 TVJA added a tenth grade, and while a lot of kids went on to academy (high school) for ninth grade, nearly all of them had left by tenth. Our class was eight students strong, and one of those students was Keri. This was distressing to me—her too, I’m sure—but our mutual hatred simply couldn’t survive the small class size. I think it surprised us both that within weeks we were civil again. Keri and I ended up being best friends through the rest of high school.
I went to Washington state for college, and Keri went to Virginia. We had little contact for several years, but when we were both back in Portland in the early 90’s we got together occasionally. In 1994 we made a reunion trip to San Francisco with the other two girls from our tenth grade class, exactly ten years after our memorable class trip there. Keri later moved to Seattle and we lost touch again.
The happy ending to my arch enemy story: last week we found each other on Facebook and are slowly getting caught up again. Many of my best memories of high school and beyond involve Keri, and I’m glad she was my enemy for only a few years instead of for EVER.
The not so happy ending (for someone else): I ran into our tenth grade teacher last year, who is now pastoring a church near where I live. He told me he quit teaching after that infamous school year. We broke him! I suspect it was being stuck in a van with eight teenagers on that very long drive to and from San Francisco…
As you can see on the countdown clock over in the sidebar, Lori and Kathy’s trip to San Francisco is in full swing. I’ve been getting surprisingly few phone calls but an abundance of text messages, e-mails and photos. The fact that I’m not cursing them should not go by unnoticed.
On Thursday, from Lori:
Chai latte in a glass! Only in San Francisco!
xoxo
Later, also from Lori:
Caramel pecan turtle!
From Kath:
Mmmm . . . Cheesecake.
(This is the view from the Cheesecake Factory window)
A few minutes later, also from Kath:
I just got carded at cheesecake factory. I love this place!!
From Lori that evening:
Guess where we are? Just saw BBB.
I assumed they were at Rose Pistola, my fav restaurant near the Beach Blanket Bablyon theatre. I replied: loving you a little less...
To which Lori then replied:
I love you more than ever - ‘specially since this secomd lemon drop came!
Given the rare misspelling, I think that was sent just before she passed out on her Blackberry.
Not sure when this one was taken, but the Macy’s Santa looked a lot less naked when I saw him last week.
Day 1 of the trip report is here
Day 2 of the trip report is here
Day 3 of the trip report is here
We weren’t sure how many stores and restaurants would be open but it turned out that Thursday was nearly as busy as the other weekdays, at least in our part of the city. After checking out of the hotel we drove up to Alamo Square to get some pictures at Postcard Row. The sky wasn’t clear enough to get a great view of the city behind the Victorian homes, but it was still picturesque. Again, Katie took some nice pictures. She and Jack wanted to play in the Alamo Square playground, but it looked like it was for younger children so we played mean parents and shoved them back into the car.
From there we headed to the Golden Gate Bridge Visitors Center. The gift shop was closed, but otherwise the area was crowded like any other day. We took a bunch of pictures and also walked a little on the bridge. The kids enjoyed it. Neither Vic nor I were looking forward to leaving, and we kinda stretched out our stay at the visitors center, just dawdling and enjoying the beautiful views.
We got back in the car and drove across the bridge for the last time. We were planning to stop at the viewpoint on the other side but it was too foggy to see the city well, so we continued on to Sausalito. We explored there some, shopped, and enjoyed a relatively crowd-free time. Sausalito reminds me so much of some Oregon Coast towns—I love it, but it’s such a different experience from being in San Francisco itself.
We stopped in Vallejo to eat at Denny’s, one of the few restaurants open outside of the city. What a disappointing Thanksgiving dinner! The drive home was long and boring but we filled the time watching movies, listening to Christmas CDs, and changing the fake British bitchy accent into a friendlier Croatian accent (which also changed all the text into Croatian and made getting it back to English a bit challenging).
It was an excellent trip, full of memories that I think our family will talk about for years to come. We already can’t wait to go back.
Day 1 of the trip report is here
Day 2 of the trip report is here
We had breakfast in our room again, and then walked two blocks down to the cable car turnaround. There was no line, probably because it was early and raining. We hopped right on a cable car and rode down to Union Square. Jack wanted to stand and hang off the side—of course, we wouldn’t let him, but I’m pretty sure he would’ve scared the crap out of himself if he had. I was surprised that the kids liked the cable cars as much as they did—I thought Jack would be scared of the hills, and I expected Katie to complain about the noise, but they both did very well. It was raining hard by the time we got to Union Square.
One of the things that sorta made me laugh and sorta drove me crazy was how Katie and Jack both pointed out every dog or pigeon they saw. I mean, first of all—it’s a dog (or pigeon). And, y’know, we’re in San Francisco, a city with so many fascinating sights, and they’re excited about dogs (or pigeons)??? Sigh.
We went into a couple boutique-type stores on Powell. One was World of Charms, where I wanted Katie to pick out something for the charm bracelet I’ve been making for her since right after she was born. She’s just recently been choosing her own charms, which is exciting and also frustrating when she wants something that (in my opinion) is huge and/or hideous. This time she chose a delicate little Golden Gate Bridge charm. She was very proud and stood with me while I paid for it. The clerk dropped the charm into a velvet pull-string pouch, and Katie looked up at me with excited eyes. Then he put the pouch into a gift box and she got a big smile on her face. Then he put the box into a gift bag filled with tissue paper. I thought she would pee her pants when he handed it to her; she was so excited. It reminded me of that gift-wrapping scene in Love Actually, except that it didn’t drive me nuts. I think that was my favorite souvenir purchasing experience on the trip. Yes, I realize that says very little.
We went around the corner to Macy’s and had lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. Mom had never eaten there before. The food was delicious, as always, and we shared two cheesecake slices for dessert. Afterward we shopped in Macy’s Christmas department and got several souvenir ornaments. It was a lot more exciting to shop at Macy’s before all our Meier & Franks turned into them.
We found some Star Wars Lego shirts for Jack in the kids’ department and he assured us he could not live without them. While waiting to pay we saw G-list celebrity Susan Powter. Ooh. Aah. Meh.
It did not matter that we kept hoping the rain would stop; it continued steadily. (I have a real problem with people that use umbrellas while walking down crowded streets—they hit people with them and it doesn’t seem worth it that I have to lose an eye just so some wench can preserve her ‘do. Grrr…) Some of us had hoods and used those. Some of us did not have hoods and just got uglier as the day went on.
There was an ice rink set up in Union Square but I was able to convince the kids that all the rain would make it extra slippery. I was disappointed though; it was totally like the poor man’s Rockefeller Center and I would have loved to go skating there. Between spending time in Macy’s Christmas department and seeing Union Square all decorated and semi-icy, I definitely got into a Christmas mood—I do love this time of year.
We walked over to Grant and into Chinatown until we found the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory, where we were given samples of fresh unfolded, un-fortuned cookies. That’s their specialty, and I gotta tell ya, they’re not that special. I mean, they taste like fortune cookies, so there ya go. We bought a couple bags for the kids to take back to their classmates, though, because they’re cheap souvenirs for entire classes of fortune cookie-loving kids. We did not buy the “sexy cookies,” which they say contain x-rated fortunes. Vic and I got them for Daryl and Sally a few years ago and they’re not so much x-rated as they are really, really confusing. The naughtiness must have gotten lost in translation.
From the depths of Chinatown we walked back to the cable car line and hopped off again when we got to the Crookedest Street. We took our time walking down it and the kids had a ball. Katie got some great pictures—she’s really getting to be a shutterbug. There have been times I’ve been on Lombard when all the flowers are brightly blooming, but this time they were much less colorful and fresh-looking… and yet, it was still beautiful.
We walked through the Fisherman’s Wharf area again before heading back to the hotel for the evening. Vic got pasta at Trader Joes for dinner and we ate in our suite. It was kind of a quiet evening, and we all retreated to our own areas and watched TV, read books, and napped. Quite lovely on a vacation where it’s go-go-go all the time.
The only thing we had hoped to do that we didn’t was go on a bay tour. Between the fog and rain and cold, it just wouldn’t have been worth it. If we go back in a few years I think the kids would enjoy Alcatraz so we might just wait until then.
Day 1 of the trip report is here
We ate breakfast in our room before we ventured out for the day. The intention was to walk down to Fisherman’s Wharf and catch a bus that would take us up to Coit Tower, but we couldn’t find the bus line. We kept walking and watching for MUNI signs until we got to Pier 39. Even though that’s not one of our favorite places, we wanted the kids to see it so we walked around. They were less than impressed with most of it, except for when they were begging to go on the 4-D Spongebob ride. Poor kids—we were those parents trying not to yell through firmly clenched teeth, “We did not come all the way to San Francisco so you could go on a friggin’ cartoon ride!” I asked a security guard for directions to the bus stop and found we were about two blocks away from it.
Katie and Jack liked Coit Tower a lot. I don’t think either of them had ever been up at a viewpoint like that before. They especially liked how the top was open, and Jack kept talking about how cool it would be if it rained and Coit Tower filled up and the water came splashing out the windows. I swear, the kid’s going to grow up to be a Stephen King-type novelist. Instead of taking the bus back down the hill we found the Filbert Steps and walked down them. If you ever get the chance to do that, you won’t regret it. Except for being a little hard on the knees, it is such a beautiful route.
We ended up near Fog City Diner and grabbed lunch there. Afterward we walked down Embarcadero as we headed back toward the hotel. The kids picked out some souvenirs and Jack knocked over a huge snow globe.
Around 4:30 we left for Alameda. Vic and I met Jack and Nobbi while on our Disney cruise last year and they invited us for dinner when I e-mailed to say we’d be in the area. The GPS directed us down Columbus Avenue so we got more sightseeing in as we left town. Jack thought the Transamerica Pyramid was amazing, but didn’t acknowledge how totally hilarious I was when I said it was built by the Aztecs. I guess only he’s allowed to make up stories. The Bay Bridge wasn’t too impressive to cross headed east, as we were on the bottom deck and couldn’t see much of anything. The kids were so disappointed, and we had to keep promising it would be a lot cooler on the way back. There was a lot of traffic and it took us an hour to get to Alameda. Nobbi gave us much better directions than the fake British accent; unfortunately, we didn’t follow them. We were quite late to dinner.
Jack and Nobbi are both incredibly talented in the kitchen and we were the lucky ones sitting at their table! They had some additional guests over, and we all had a delightful evening chatting and gorging ourselves on delicious German food. Jack and Nobbi have been on two Disney cruises since the one we were on together, so there was much discussion of ships and future itineraries. Katie and Jack especially enjoyed meeting George and Gracie, the beagles. Our visit with them was definitely a highlight of the trip.
Food note: They served us a type of pasta we’d never had before. I know, I was thinking HOW CAN A PASTA EXIST THAT I HAVE NOT YET TRIED??? It was long thin tubes; Nobbi said it was a type of macaroni so I investigated when we got home. It’s called maccheroncelli. It was unusual and gave the goulash a very unique look—it may not sound like I’m being very complimentary, but that’s only because I’m not good at describing food beyond “yum” and “more, please.” I’ve got to find some maccheroncelli for the next time we do our garlic pasta dinner.
As promised, we crossed the Bay Bridge on the way back to our hotel. Jack loved this one, probably even more than he liked the Golden Gate Bridge. Of course, it was also exciting to see the city lit up. San Francisco is gorgeous.
OK, here’s the first installment of our trip report. This has already taken me way longer than it should have, so I’m not taking any more time to put in links and all that good stuff. You’re lucky you’re getting a picture, so just shut up.
We had been promising Katie and Jack for more than a year that we’d take them to San Francisco. They’ve been fascinated with it since seeing a few movies set in the city and watching That’s So Raven. We were able to put them off for a while but since Vic and I were itching to go again ourselves, we finally decided on Thanksgiving vacation as the perfect time to go. We split up the 10-12 hour drive by stopping overnight in Medford, where we stayed at my mom’s and then dragged her along for the trip.
We left Medford around 9 a.m. and headed down I-5. Within a few miles the kids were asking if we were there yet. They’ve got DVD players, books, mp3 players, and Grandma, and they still can’t turn off the whining??? We stopped in Redding for lunch and needed a Starbucks boost by the time we got to Vacaville. We opted to drive around San Pedro Bay so we could cross the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco. It took longer going that route, and we ran into traffic in the last stretch so it really started to drag. We were thrilled to see the signs for Sausalito because we knew we were finally close.
Katie and Jack had both started to fall asleep just as the Golden Gate Bridge came into view. Katie quickly woke up when we told her “Look! Look!” but Jack took a bit longer. It wasn’t until we got closer that he realized where we were. Their reactions to seeing the bridge were as we hoped—they were almost speechless. It was a little foggy and nearly dusk so the view of the city wasn’t great, but the bridge was lit up and spectacular. I’ve probably been here six or eight times since I last crossed the bridge in a car, and I have to say that it is a completely different experience compared to walking across it (fun but overrated) or seeing it from afar. It is truly, truly magnificent.
Just after we crossed the bridge we passed the Palace of Fine Arts, and in all my trips to San Francisco I had never seen it in person. Obviously I’ve been traveling through the city with my eyes closed, hm? It was pretty cool to see it, finally. We ended up on Lombard and even though that bitch with the fake British accent (Mom’s GPS) told us to turn onto Hyde to get to our hotel, we stayed on Lombard and drove down the Crookedest Street in the World. The kids were nervous about such a steep street, but thought it was fun. We promised we’d come back again and walk down it.
We found our hotel—the Suites at Fisherman’s Wharf—and got checked in. We chose the hotel because of its location and most importantly, its two-bedroom suites and kitchenettes. I read mostly good reviews of the place but you know how you’re never quite sure what it’ll be like? Well, we weren’t disappointed at all; the suite was quite spacious. The kids loved that there were three televisions. The hotel parking lot was full so we had to park a few blocks away, which sucked but they promised a hotel spot would be open for us the next day. The other lot cost a friggin’ $28 for overnight parking. Insane, but most lots in the city are about that much.
We walked to Ghirardelli Square and looked at a few shops but were more interested in finding food. We ended up at Lori’s Diner, one of the restaurants that Kathy and 
Lori like to hit during their annual trips to San Francisco. It was typical diner fare but we were hungry and didn’t care that it was totally overpriced. Mom enjoyed all the authentic fifties décor (gah, is she old, or what? heh heh). After dinner we walked around the Cannery—mostly closed up by then—and Fisherman’s Wharf. On the way back to the hotel a grizzled old guy with a dirty white beard stepped out in front of us and started hollering at Jack to come sit on his lap: “I’m Santa Claus! Tell me what you want for Christmas!” We laughed as we grabbed Katie and Jack’s wrists and very quickly walked past him. Jack asked, “Was that really Santa?” I think he was joking. Then he muttered something about Santa acting just like Appie did at my birthday party, but-cept he was wearing pants. (Ah, childhood trauma memories.) Katie and Vic went back to Ghirardelli Square for ice cream sundaes, and Jack, Mom and I went to the hotel and settled into our rooms.
Our hotel was right on the cable car line so we heard them climbing the hill and ringing their loud bells all night long. There were also several buses running on the cross street. I had read hotel reviews where customers complained about street noise, so while it wasn’t a surprise, it was louder than I expected. Vic’s and my bedroom wasn’t even on the street side, but we could hear it as though our window was wide open. Yikes.
Next: Day 2 (duh).
We’re home, finally. We left Medford this afternoon and got back to Portland just after 7 tonight. Why is sitting in a car so exhausting? I’m speaking for me and Vic, of course—the kids have energy to spare and are tearing up the playroom as I write.
Millie was happy to see us. One of our sweet neighbor girls checked on her every day so she wasn’t alone the whole week. It seems she spent her solitary confinement adopting some new, very naughty habits, like jumping on the counters and tables. The squirt bottle put a stop to that but quick. (Know what works better than water in a squirt bottle? Acid in a squirt bottle.)
I worked on our trip report on the way home until my laptop battery died around Roseburg. I’ll try to get it finished tomorrow and post it with some photos.
There are comments to reply to, blogs to catch up with, and e-mails to answer. They’ll have to wait. I’m looking forward to falling asleep in my own bed, very soon.
I’ll leave you with this photo, which Katie took Thursday morning in Alamo Square. Budding photographer, eh?
I wrote this before I left on vacation and scheduled it to be posted today. In other words, if I have died on my vacation I want to assure you I’m not posting from the beyond. Although I’m totally gonna try that if/when I die.
If all has gone as planned, we’re in San Francisco right now. Tonight we’re going over to Alameda to our friends’ house for dinner. We met Nobbi and Jack on our cruise last year and have occasionally e-mailed and Facebook-ed ever since. We’re excited to see them again and to meet their hilarious beagles. (How do I know they’re hilarious? Because, you silly reader, all beagles are hilarious! Duh.)
The weather forecast for San Francisco before we left was rain, rain, rain. Being from Portland, we’re used to rain but it’s still disappointing to have on vacation. Cross your fingers for us that it doesn’t dampen the spirit of our vacation. Get it? Dampen? (Don’t you wish I would just shut up and not pre-write posts so stupid as these?)
OK, I’ll try harder. Here are some of my favorite things to see and do in San Francisco.
Alcatraz. We’re not going on this trip, but hope to take the kids when they’re a little older and can appreciate it more. It’s a pretty amazing experience.
Alamo Square. Although our one visit to this spot has not the happiest of memories associated with it (long story!), the view is amazing. Alamo Square is the spot where you see the beautiful Victorian mansions with the city skyline rising behind them. Alamo Square is also, apparently, where there is a lot of unsavory and unlawful activity going on. My previous visit was short. I’m not sure if we’ll go this time, but it could be a good spot for Christmas card photos if the skies are somewhat clear.
Beach Blanket Babylon. Funniest, bawdiest, silliest musical revue you ever did see.
Rose Pistola restaurant. We went there a few years ago and it was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten anywhere. Fun environment and close to Club Fugazi, where you’ll see Beach Blanket Babylon. Win-win-win.
Filbert Steps. Walking down the hill from Coit Tower, April, Debi and I discovered a different and much more beautiful route than the road up: the Filbert Steps are a hidden little gem of private gardens and beautiful views in a surprisingly peaceful setting. I’m not a fan of birds but otherwise it was near perfection.
Washington Square. I don’t know why I love this North Beach park so much, but I do.
Union Square shopping. I don’t plan to do much of this on this trip, but it’s usually my first stop. I love the combination of crappy souvenir shops and upscale boutiques mixed in between the huge department stores. Vic hates when I shop here because he thinks every time I go to Crate & Barrel I buy a punch bowl. I’d like to state, for the record, that I have only bought one punch bowl in my whole life. (Don’t tell him, because he obviously has not yet noticed, but it’s actually new sets of dishes that I always seem to end up bringing home from my shopping excursions here.)
Of course, there are the cable cars, the crookedest street, the bridges, Ghirardelli Square, Golden Gate Park, and all the other things that make up the list of must-sees in San Francisco. It would take a long time to run out of things to do. This is an amazing place. Wish you were here, kinda!
I wrote this before I left on vacation and scheduled it to be posted today. In other words, if I have died on my vacation I want to assure you I’m not posting from the beyond. Although I’m totally gonna try that if/when I die.
Today we’re on our way to San Francisco. I’ve been there many times over the past 20+ years, but I always look forward to going back again. Besides the city being beautiful and there always being lots to see and do, there are fabulous restaurants and shopping. No matter how long the visit, I’m never ready to leave.
I want to share one of my favorite memories of San Francisco. I was on a reunion trip with three other girls from high school. We had gone there for a class trip our sophomore year and vowed to return in ten years (that would make this 1994, math geniuses). And we did this reunion trip right. Instead of sleeping on the floor of a grade school gym like we did in 1984, we stayed at The Palace. Instead of 
riding around in a van full of farting boys, we traveled by limousine. It was a trip that represented many things to us, not the least of which was enduring friendships.
For the most part the four of us agreed on the things we wanted to do, but there was one day we were all headed in different directions and I ended up spending the day alone. I loved it; the weather was perfect and I walked all over the city, shopping and sightseeing. Late in the afternoon I got in line at the Ghirardelli Square cable car turnaround to head back to the hotel. The line was long and I stood there for more than two hours looking out into the bay and watching street entertainers. I remember feeling complete happiness with my place in life at that moment. It was really the first time I’d ever done anything so independent, traveling around a strange city by myself but not feeling scared or that I didn’t belong. I fell in love with San Francisco when I saw it for the first time in 1984, but I fell in love with my adulthood when I came back ten years later.
Today we loaded up the minivan and drove to Medford. The trip was uneventful, the best kind. And now here I am, in front 
of my computer. Yes, I lied yesterday. I said I’d be away from my computer for a while, but I’m not. It wasn’t exactly a lie; I didn’t really think about what I’d be doing once we got to Medford. We’re doing what people do in Medford: a lot of nothing. Oh, that’s not nice, is it? I love Medford, I do. It’s just not a place I go for, y’know, action. We got here, ate dinner, did some shopping, and now I’m messing with our cell phones and cameras to get ready for the trip.
The dogs have not stopped barking.
We’re taking off early tomorrow morning for the drive into San Francisco.
I’ve written a post or two to be published while I’m gone, so even though I’ll be away from my computer for a few days you’ll still be hearing from me, sorta.
♫ All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go (technically they’re not yet totally packed and that means I’m not yet ready to go) ♪
I’m standin’ here outside your door (I’m not. I’m sitting in front of my computer in my own house.) ♫
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye (so I won’t)
♫ But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn (Nah, it’s almost midnight Saturday)
The taxi’s waitin’ (no, it’s not)
♪ He’s blowin’ his horn (what the hell is that noise?)
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die (I’m not really that lonesome at all, nor do I want to die) ♫
♪ So kiss me (just a hug is fine) and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me (to eat mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving, of course)
♫ Hold me like you’ll never let me go (again, a hug is just fine)
‘cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane (it’s not so much a plane as a minivan)
Don’t know when I’ll be back again (actually, I’ll be back on Thursday) ♪
Oh babe, I hate to go (Y’know, I really can’t back that up; I’m very much looking forward to this trip) ♫
There’s so many times I’ve let you down (hey, if you’re counting on this blog to keep you “up,” you’re beyond help) ♪
♫ So many times I’ve played around (sure)
I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing (I have no idea what that means so I’ll just deny any wrongdoing on my part)
♪ Ev’ry place I go, I’ll think of you (well, that is true!)
Ev’ry song I sing, I’ll sing for you (um, sure, if you want me to but your ears are gonna bleed) ♫
When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring (if you’ve lost it and I happen to find it in San Francisco)
Now the time has come to leave you (in the morning)
One more time (Though to be honest, I doubt this will be my last vacation)
♫ Let me kiss you (really, I think a hug is pa-lenty)
Then close your eyes (but you might have trouble reading this)
I’ll be on my way (yup) ♪
Dream about the days to come (jealous?)
When I won’t have to leave alone (I’m not alone; the whole fam’s with me, geez) ♫
About the times, I won’t have to say (wha-huh?) ♪
Oh, kiss me (can you forget the kisses already? I really think maybe we should just shake hands) and smile for me (I think you’ve got basil in your teeth)
♫ Tell me that you’ll wait for me (don’t bother)
Hold me like you’ll never let me go (really, I’d like you to let go)
‘cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane (Mazda MPV) ♫
♪ Don’t know when I’ll be back again (Thursday)
Oh babe, I hate to go (I’m outta here.) ♪
I just gotta share this fun little site full of San Francisco shtuff. DailyCandy describes themselves thus:DailyCandy, a free daily e-mail newsletter and website, is the ultimate insider’s guide to what’s hot, new, and undiscovered — from fashion and style to gadgets and travel. As useful as it is entertaining, it’s like getting an e-mail from your clever, unpredictable, and totally in-the-know best friend. The one who knows about secret beauty treatments, must-have jeans, hot new restaurants — and always shares the scoop.
There are DailyCandy editions for other cities, as well as one that's got nationwide goodies. But if I didn't link you to the San Francisco one, then I wouldn't have a good excuse to put this picture here, and it's just too darn cute to keep to myself. I ♥ San Francisco, after all, and I'll just bet you do too.
Click the image and you'll be taken to DailyCandy San Francisco.
Enjoy! Many lovies--
Jen
