Okay so it took a while to get the final part of the california trip up here. Bite me. Look how long it took for the "first" three Star wars movies to come out. You'll get over it.
Though seriously, everytime I've sat down to finish this something's come up. There was "Phone won't stop" day followed by "Myshe's car is dead" day and various other "You aren't allowed to do anything you want to" days. So, now that the John is home, the house is quiet and both of us are basking in the afterglow of a wonderful surprise breakfast made by John himself I have time to blog. Yay me.
Our final day in California with our newfound wonder-buddies was so very nice! We rose mid-morning and readied ourselves for brunch in the Castro. How gay huh? Well when in Rome...
Anyhow, we ate at a busy little corner cafe (The name escapes me but Delores was in the title) which had really yummy food. John and I each had a ham dn cheese croissant while Jane ate some other sandwich monstrosity and Sarah watched her girlish figure with eggs and fruit. Go sarah!
After eats we started our trek through the gay mecca. It was actually very neat. Lot's of little shops with different themes here and there and all sorts of interesting little yummy things, to borrow a phrase from Edina Monsoon. We walked quite a bit and went in almost every other shop we passed. It is truly its own little city.
Once done communing with the nexus of Gaydom we headed off to take in random sights. The Pacific ocean was beautiful as was the Palace of Fine Arts. Even our zig-zagging down "The World's Most Crooked Street" was delightful, albeit devoid of cell-phone signal.
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Come dinner time we headed to Jane's favorite Chinese place "Hunan House" (I believe the name was) where we yet again ate family style. I love Jane and Sarah for that alone if nothing else. Sharing food has always meant something to me for some reason. It denotes a comfort that has been lost in today's Mine Mine Mine portions that are usually served in reatsaurants. Anyhow, the food was great despite their lack of alternative sweetener. I guess being a Chinese place they thought "Swreet and Row" was some form of fish egg special.
Patting our stomachs we made way to our last big shebang in SF before departing the next morning bright and early.
This was, by far, one of the best things I've seen on stage in years. It's been a long time since I've actually cried because I've laughed so much and damn did it feel good. I couldn't have asked for a better way to end our trip to the west coast. If you haven't been and are planning to be in SF at one point, make time for this. You won't regret it.
Thus ends our story or at least this chapter. The next morning we rose before the sun did, hugged a sleepy-headed Sarah still in bed and were dropped at the airport by the sweet Miss Jane. I'll admit I got teary-eyed as she pulled off but I covered it up well. A few hours later we were back here at home with wine bottles and other assorted goodies intact. Our trip made us consider a few things, one being a move. We enjoyed ourselves, the city and the climate so much that I think we could be happy on the other side of our current world. The next were two wonderful people. To steal a remark from the Janester, I could grow old living next to them.
So much fun was had and only one real regret followed...I wish we'd waited to go until later. We could have brought back a Marriage License with all our tarder Joe's goodies.
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