June30
It’s 3:48AM, I’m drunk, I’m tired. But alas, I just finished Day One’s recap, and I feel the strong desire to post the details of my Day Two adventures in an easy-to-digest format. Ready?
Sir Francis Drake Hotel, Bed – Fucking hell, this bed is ungodly comfortable. Had I no desire to actually experience San Francisco, I could easily spend all day right here. And I thought my bed at home was comfortable…
The Cheesecake Factory – Damn great food, even greater view. The wait for an outdoor table is definitely worth it, even if the sun is raping your face the entire time. Oh, and the cheesecake is crazy good, regardless of what your take on cheesecake is (I’m not a big fan), so don’t be a fucktard; save room for it.
Sir Francis Drake Hotel, Desk in my Room – This chair is extremely comfortable; I need one for myself. I should probably check online for some reviews of local attractions and Offtopic to see if anyone wants to hang out. Oh, nobody replied. No dice.
MUNI, Route 71 – Effective public transportation owns me. Although there is a wait, the convenience is far worth it. I’m on my way to the Golden Gate Park via Haight St.
Haight St – So hip, so cool, so rough and edgy, I feel so very out of place. This is the crowd I’ve always wanted to fit in with, but I fear as I grow older, I realize I’m too fucking conservative to just let it all go and be free.
Golden Gate Park -
And the sea isn’t green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream?
And what exactly is a joke?
Oh, how I love this place. When it felt like London’s winter had fallen in, I decided to high tail it out of the park. Emerging back on Haight St., I was presented with this:
Imagine being stoned out of your mind and seeing this random endless stream of bikes. Wow. That was a mindfuck. I stood there capturing video on my camera in sheer awe. It was beautiful, really.
Buena Vista – I ended up wandering up Haight St. until I came to Buena Vista Park. Some guy on the bus on the way to Golden Gate Park was talking about how there were some very nice houses up there, so I figured I’d check it out. Good god, was I happy I did:
As I stood there watching the above scene, “God Only Knows” came on my MP3 player, and I thought that I might have been in heaven. In fact, I sat there recording this scene while pressing the earphone up to the mic on the camera, as a sort of sound track. Stoner logic rules.
MUNI, heading to Castro – I figured I could not visit San Francisco without seeing Castro, which is more or less the gay mecca of the United States. Of all the neighborhoods I had visited so far, I was most afraid of this one. In fact, as the bus closed in, I had second thoughts, but quickly dashed them with a dose of, “Why the hell not?”
Castro – Good god, gay mecca indeed. The entire situation was hilarious to me, to be among and endless sea of gay men. Every bar that I passed by emitted massive amounts of cologne and body heat. The entire area that I navigated smelled like…homosexuality. I had my mind set on one place…
Thai Chef – I love Thai food, and this place came recommended from one of the many tourist guides I picked up at the Visitors Center. The food was pretty damn good, though nothing I would say was “amazing.” I would recommend it, though.
Getting out of Castro, MUNI – One short trip was enough for me. Time to get back to my hotel.
Sir Francis Drake Hotel, roughly 11:00PM – I settled back in my hotel room in an attempt to locate a hip bar to get drunk at. After a lot of wasted time searching the web (enlisting the help of Offtopic and searching Yelp), I decided to head to The Mission, specifically, The Make-Out Room.
The Mission – I think I got off the bus too soon. I ended up wandering around slightly lost, until I found all of Mission St. heading in the proper direction. By the time I was on course, I was already at 18th St., so I decided to walk all the way to 22nd instead of taking MUNI.
22nd Street – For some reason, I had thought The Make-Out Room was on 18th, so I walked a long ways down 18th until I realized it was 22nd. I walked up Guerreo to 22nd and then down to The Make-Out Room. I passed by the Lone Palm on the way there, which seemed like a nice little hip joint. I made it to The Make-Out Room and heard the not-so-enticing music pumping out of the place, and quickly turned around to the Lone Palm.
Lone Palm – What a nice little joint. The bartenders were hot and friendly. The beer on tap as good and reasonably priced. The music was great. I didn’t recognize any of the artists, but I loved it regardless. I’d definitely visit here again.
MUNI, Mission St. – After closing, I walked back to Mission St. and hopped on the 14 headed up Mission to Powell. I was very happy to be able to ride drunk and not have to drive. On the way there, MUNI stopped in from of Mel’s Diner. Being a hardcore diner enthusiast…
Mel’s Diner – How could I hungrily pass up not only a great looking diner, but a diner made famous by a great movie, “American Graffiti”. Though it wasn’t the original, which I still intend to visit, it was a great experience, nonetheless. Nothing beats sweet tunes from the 1950s and 60s and a chocolate malt. When I could eats no more, I headed out, walked up 4th St. to Market, Market to Montgomery, Montgomery to Powell, and Powell to…
Sir Francis Drake Hotel, 3:30AM – Here we are…posting my life to my non-visited blog. It’s better than nothing. Now that it’s actually 4:30AM…
Sir Francis Drake Hotel, 4:30AM – Good night, San Francisco.
Non visited blog? What am I, chopped liver? Thanks for all the pics messages! And for keeping up with your trip history. It sounds awesome! Can’t wait to hear more about it! Have fun and be safe! Love ya bro!