San Francisco in its own moment
After finally getting to San Francisco, we were turning into the Marina and I spotted Kev – Jesus, Kev – of all people – we pulled over and jumped out of the car and greeted each other. He’s divorcing his wife after 25 years! We then made our way to the hotel right on the Embarcadero and T’s friend calls her and blows the surprise for her birthday but who cares – the surprise which was a Tomboy cake from Miette and friends on the roof deck has been morphed into Tequila and Beer at Tres Agaves because none of the original surprise was doable given my schedule and the logistics or the weather.
So after getting all settled into our hotel, we went next door to Ozumi and had delicious sushi and vodka tonics from the woman from Bulgaria – what is it about Eastern European women that is so wow?
But as we watched the sumo wrestlers on the screen, and had our hamachi with jalapeño sauce, and our Belvedere vodka tonics with two lemons squeezed, and watched all the pulchritude that surrounded us I asked T if she thought a place like this could exist in New Orleans and she said no.