I was in San Francisco this past week with my girlfriend for a wedding. San Fran is one of the greatest cities in the country. It’s basically NYC, Chicago, and San Francisco in my opinion. And this opinion is right. There isn’t a better big city than those three (sorry Jacksonville).
But the weather in SF sucks. It just does. That’s how amazing the city is. The weather sucks and it’s still in the top three. Pretty impressive feat, no?
Since the wedding was east of SF we headed into the city afterwards to spend two days walking uphill. Staying in Union Square is fun and right in the center of everything awesome. We walked to Chinatown and ate Dim Sum. We hoofed to the piers. Bought hash in the Haight, and danced like mofos in the Castro. (The last two are absolutely untrue, but were added for color)
Speaking of color, I have none. Well, I have a little when I hang out in the sun for a few weeks. But get a few too many minutes out there and I turn red. Which sucks because it looks like I’m always embarrassed. But I rarely get embarrassed. Except about my face being red, ironically.
We went to Alcatraz because I had never been. Jessica lived in San Fran years ago, but she was a sport and took me. I don’t know why I never made it there in the past, but it was time.
Alcatraz is one of those city to-dos that when you’re done you go, “Hmm… okay.” You’re not thrilled you did it, nor disappointed. It’s a 5/10. You should do it, but don’t get pumped up in advance. It’s a prison, you see cells. That’s about it.
Altogether you’ll spend at least two hours there, and even in the high 40s, there was sunlight. And since I don’t equate sun exposure with low temperature, it didn’t occur to me I could get burned. Yet, I got burned.
The good news is my hair turned more blonde, which satisfies my ego because at 35 I am still desparately clinging to the fact that blonde equals greatness. Which, of course, it doesn’t. But in my world it’s what makes me special! Let me have it, people. I don’t ask for much.
So, here I am after about three hours in the 50 degree sun. Ladies, prepare to have your panties melted right off.
