Whew! Busy last couple of days. After going to SF on Wednesday, we decided to go into the city once again and stay a night. Had to leave the pups for a day and a half. Incidientally, we came back home to a card placed in our front door from the Alameda County Sheriff's office and three piles of shit in the kitchen. Poor puppies, and poor neighbors for having to endure Jingo's barking. Fuck 'em!
Back to SF, after going to Jo's doctor appointment in DC in the morning, we went to Hana Zen on Cyril Magnin for some good Japanese food. Reasonably priced, too. The saba wasn't so fresh, though, but the breaded oysters were delish! Uh-huh, girlfriend. No, you didn't! I could do a better job at being gay than any of those fags from the fab 5.
Then, Jo used her Spafinder certificate from Noel and Arlene to get a 45-minute massage at La Belle spa near Union Square. They had a nice, relaxing waiting room, and I was more tired than a Cadillac Escalade with 24's. Get it, tired? Tires? That was bad. So I probably snored like a fruit bat in there, but fuck it. Those rich chicks need a beating. Jo spent about an hour and a half, so I got some good rest. Then we went shopping a lil', and checked into the W. Slept for a couple of hours and went oout for more shopping. Like we can actually afford anything, right now. Had some carnitas street tacos and fish tacos at Rubio's in the SF shopping center. Jo got some eyeliner at Nordstrom's. I was wearing my biker jacket and an enrique beanie, so I turned a bunch of heads from guys and gals. Guys, you ask? I was in San Francisco. 'Nuff said.
We were in the cit of love, the city that everybody leaves their heart at, a romantic place with a ton of great night spots, and what do we decide to do? Stay in, order room service, and watch Big Brother!! That was a good big brother. Holly got voted out, and HoH was left undecided with a test of stamina. Room Service at the Wis da shitz-nitty. The Turkado sandwich was hella good. Or as they say in Boston, wicked good. I ate all da damn fries. There goes my atkins.
Then we hung out with John, Verna, and her fam, and Reesy and Van. They were staying in the city, too. After that it was night-night time. 11pm and we were out. We are gettin' old. I even tried to read for a bit, but I was asleep in a minute. I also put in a CD that ALWAYS puts me to sleep - Surfacing by Sarah McLachlan.
After a restful nite, I woke up early, turned the snooze button off a couple of times, and popped in the Qi Gong video I bought earlier in Chinatown. 15 minutes of Qi Gong and I was set. I sorta like it better than Y-Dan, because it's a bit more graceful, and Martial Arts-oriented. Jo took her meds, and she needed something from the drugstore, so I high-tailed it to the Walgreens on Market. While I was in there, some chick was in line in fornt of me and checking me the fuck out. I was still wearing what I wore last night (biker jacket, enrique beanie, and faded black pants with my old ass air maxes, but this chick was on my jock. After exchanging a smile, I booked it back to our room, and passed by MOMA for the umpteenth time. I really wanted to go this time, but there was absolutely no time!
Jo and I checked out and just drove home. Been trying to sleep ever since, while Jo went to her acupuncture and chiro. Maybe I'll put in Sarah. G' night, or should I say G'evening.
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