Thursday, April 05, 2007
SF Roundup
So it's taken me a few days to post but only because i was SO tired from the GREAT time in San Francisco. Yeah, that city is very cool. I needed a little but of "run around SF" time and I'm glad I was able to work it into the trip.
So anyway, I went out Friday night and had much fun. Taking the train down to the Castro I figure I had a choice of The Cafe or Badlands. Both have always been fun in the past, both have offerred fun people to meet, and both have good music and fun dance floors. This time around, The Cafe also had a line running down the block, so I was off to Badlands instead.
Important safety tips: 4 vodka drinks in 2 1/2 hours is not always a great idea. I was fine that night, but the next morning, with little sleep and more jet lag, I was a slightly hurtin' pup.
Anyway, Badlands was great. There was one cutie who seemed a little shy who was looking my way and I was hoping he'd follow me onto the dance floor and try smiling, but alas, no luck, and when I came off the dance floor he was gone. There were some fun people out there to dance with: groups of friends, couples, a few boys with their straight girls, it was all good fun. As I wandered back to the bar a guy caught my eye and I guess I caught his because he said, "oooh, nice ass," and proceeded to grab that part of my body, then said "wow" and proceeded to stick his hand in my pants and feel the real thing. I felt like maybe he was going to rape me right there and I really wasn't in the mood for that so I just tried to laugh it off, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. What, ME speechless? I realized at 2am that in SF it's not just last call, it's closing time. As I stood outside, not really believing they seriously expected us to all leave, i started chatting with a guy who had lost the friend he'd come with. We ended up walking down the street to a cafe and hanging out for a bit, then he dropped me back at the hotel which was great because in SF there are approximately 6.4 taxis in the entire city.
Got up around 9, and yeah, VERY tired. I spent Saturday kicking around town...Chinatown, Castro, Union Square. I just wanted to hang out, have some coffee, enjoy the sun, eavesdrop on people's conversations...and I did all that and more! I
found this bakery in Chinatown that I'd been to 2 years ago and still can't remember the name of the place or of the pastries I got, but they were yummy nonetheless. The weather was beautiful, I spent far more time outside than in, though of course I had to pop into a shop or 6...not buying, just browsing, figuring out which stores had the cutest salesmen, er, clothes.
Then Tracy, who moved to Santa Cruz from DC a month ago, drove up Saturday night. We hung out for a couple hours, then finally wandered across the street to an Italian place where i had the BEST ravioli I've ever had...no idea what was in it, but it was good! The plan was to wander out to some Castro clubs BUT it was 11 by the time we got back from dinner, and we were both pretty beat and actually, Tracy is more of a Folsom Street guy than Castro, so we decided to just hang out in the suite and continue catching up rather than competing with the thumpa thumpa of Badlands or Cafe. Our goal was more to spend time with each other than to cruise cute boys, so it all worked out.
Sunday morning after a nice breakfast where I spilled coffee all over the table Tracy drove me to the airport and I made my way home. The jet lag has been a bitch this week, with one sleepless night (well, 2 hours of sleep) that left me a beat up boy the next day. So yay for hawaii, and yay for SF and now yay for DC, even though the temperature here is now about 40 degrees below where it was in Honolulu.
So anyway, I went out Friday night and had much fun. Taking the train down to the Castro I figure I had a choice of The Cafe or Badlands. Both have always been fun in the past, both have offerred fun people to meet, and both have good music and fun dance floors. This time around, The Cafe also had a line running down the block, so I was off to Badlands instead.
Important safety tips: 4 vodka drinks in 2 1/2 hours is not always a great idea. I was fine that night, but the next morning, with little sleep and more jet lag, I was a slightly hurtin' pup.
Anyway, Badlands was great. There was one cutie who seemed a little shy who was looking my way and I was hoping he'd follow me onto the dance floor and try smiling, but alas, no luck, and when I came off the dance floor he was gone. There were some fun people out there to dance with: groups of friends, couples, a few boys with their straight girls, it was all good fun. As I wandered back to the bar a guy caught my eye and I guess I caught his because he said, "oooh, nice ass," and proceeded to grab that part of my body, then said "wow" and proceeded to stick his hand in my pants and feel the real thing. I felt like maybe he was going to rape me right there and I really wasn't in the mood for that so I just tried to laugh it off, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. What, ME speechless? I realized at 2am that in SF it's not just last call, it's closing time. As I stood outside, not really believing they seriously expected us to all leave, i started chatting with a guy who had lost the friend he'd come with. We ended up walking down the street to a cafe and hanging out for a bit, then he dropped me back at the hotel which was great because in SF there are approximately 6.4 taxis in the entire city.
Got up around 9, and yeah, VERY tired. I spent Saturday kicking around town...Chinatown, Castro, Union Square. I just wanted to hang out, have some coffee, enjoy the sun, eavesdrop on people's conversations...and I did all that and more! I
found this bakery in Chinatown that I'd been to 2 years ago and still can't remember the name of the place or of the pastries I got, but they were yummy nonetheless. The weather was beautiful, I spent far more time outside than in, though of course I had to pop into a shop or 6...not buying, just browsing, figuring out which stores had the cutest salesmen, er, clothes.
Then Tracy, who moved to Santa Cruz from DC a month ago, drove up Saturday night. We hung out for a couple hours, then finally wandered across the street to an Italian place where i had the BEST ravioli I've ever had...no idea what was in it, but it was good! The plan was to wander out to some Castro clubs BUT it was 11 by the time we got back from dinner, and we were both pretty beat and actually, Tracy is more of a Folsom Street guy than Castro, so we decided to just hang out in the suite and continue catching up rather than competing with the thumpa thumpa of Badlands or Cafe. Our goal was more to spend time with each other than to cruise cute boys, so it all worked out.
Sunday morning after a nice breakfast where I spilled coffee all over the table Tracy drove me to the airport and I made my way home. The jet lag has been a bitch this week, with one sleepless night (well, 2 hours of sleep) that left me a beat up boy the next day. So yay for hawaii, and yay for SF and now yay for DC, even though the temperature here is now about 40 degrees below where it was in Honolulu.
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