It’s no secret we normally hit the road in June. It coincides with the time that Randy’s free from his responsibilities as a teacher and has a birthday, and we have a wedding anniversary. Recent past years have included Sedona, and Sea Ranch; this year San Francisco proper got the nod.
We jammed as much as we could into four days: Beach Blanket Babylon, a Tony Party with the Ray of Light Theatre, the Disney Museum and the deYoung’s Summer of Love exhibit, a tourist swing through Fisherman’s Wharf and Coit Tower, and amazing food all over the place. The stay was anchored by the fabulous Tilden Hotel, which gave us the needed moments of rest and calm in addition to a place to leave our stuff. Embarrassed to say I never would have heard about it but for a blind bid on Priceline – now I can’t imagine returning to the city without looking for availability there first.
Of course, it didn’t hurt anything that midway through the trip we stopped at the Cathay House for sustenance and spiritual guidance and we blessed by our representative of the Ancient Order of Chinese Busboys and Cooks with these bits of wisdom:
Be alert for new opportunities [in bed] – pleasure or business [in bed].
You will soon be singled out for a promotion [in bed]. Congrats!
Something in a black Neoprene
After watching some surfing from the shore for a bit this morning I spent some time today looking for a new wetsuit. Locally and online. The old one is in good shape, just getting tighter in some places. There appears to be more Chuck then there used to be, and my current fullsuit is about maxed out. No big rush, but I really should get something before my surftrip/hearing in Ventura next month, and so I can head back to the water once the summer tourists go home.