If You're Going To...

Be sure to eat some Rice A Roni, or Sourdough, or Ethiopian food, or clam chowder, or crab, Ghirardelli chocolates, or burritos, or, or, or... I could eat my days away in San Francisco. That's pretty much what we did when we visited a few weeks ago. After eating about 1 stick butter with my Dungeness crab, my gallbladder about gave out on me and I was in a world of hurt.

With Ryan's job as an apartment manager, we're not supposed to leave town the first year, but we secretly packed our bags and hopped on a jetliner for San Francisco. We needed, or I needed, to get away for a weekend. We stayed at my brother Dave's uber cool Victorian cum eclectic art space apartment for 4 nights and did all of the touristy things we could think of. Things I never did when I visited as a single lady. Ahh...the joys of being married. It gives me an excuse to do the cheesy touristy things I was too cool to do when I was single. Just to show how un-cool we really are, we missed out on an epic drag queen party that Dave had invited us to, but were too tired to go to after all the walking we did. Lame!

Where we slept

Dave's kitchen - he likes mustard and pickles :)

The California Academy of Science was a great place to spend the afternoon. Although a little depressing, I love watching the sea life in the aquarium. Especially the jelly fish.

I love jellies

We took a tour out to the Bay Bridge and went past Alcatraz. But the real highlight was Musee Mechanique. It was so cool. Loads of old coin operated games, fortune tellers (think Big with Tom Hanks), music machines, etc.

Our last day we spent with Nancy Pelosi at Glide Church. We had heard about their choir from a man on the bus who had given us directions to a metro ticket office. We decided to check it out. A surprise to both of us, Mrs. Pelosi was there and gave a short speech about the newly passed health care reform. It was really enlightening.

San Francisco is such a cool city. It's definitely not L.A. or S.L.C. People were friendly, inviting, fun! The bus drivers were our best friends compared to the jaded bus drivers of L.A. They actually stopped to help figure out which bus would be best and knew routes other than their own. The people were nice too! We didn't have change for a $20 to take the BART back to the airport and 2 ladies paid for our fares. I heart you SF. A refreshing break from me, me, me L.A.