and we spent the days reading the paper, lounging in the park, riding the cable cars and eating delicious Italian food in North Beach. Our good friends came by the hotel to look after il Ducino while we went out for much-needed Thai massages. Mine was good. Even the part when I told the therapist that it was too much and she had to stop. "I can't take it!" I whimpered, and she whispered, "You can take it," elbow firmly implanted just south of my cringing left scapula. The weekend was fun, though I won't lie: a real vacation would be so, so nice right now.
So on Tuesday, we got our Polynesian Pop on and attended a fun and spirited (har har) class on the History of the Tiki Bar and the Rise of the Exotic Cocktail at Bourbon and Branch. We tasted a lot of very nice rums, mixed some exceedingly good drinks, met some nice folks and generally had a great time. It made me miss being in Hawaii, and it made me really miss the imagined 1950's Hawaii that never existed, but you'd be surprised at how much that mood is improved with a little good hooch and fresh juice.
The next day was Earth Day, a sober one back in Recession-era 2009. After buying the makings of a nice birthday dinner (and a yummy cake with lime icing, fresh mangoes and macademia nuts) for my honey, I saw this guy handing out resumes outside the Ferry Building.
It was a genius schtick, and amazing to me how no one would even take the man's CV.
Things are so tough right now and I know we are incredibly lucky. Even with global warming and 90 degree weather in fair, foggy San Francisco. So I count my many blessings and I turn the extra lights out and wear my sweater rather than using the heater, now that it's cold again.
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