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San Francisco
Oct. 29th, 2008 10:22 pmSunday of the road trip we went into San Francisco. It was great fun. We saw lot's of guys (and some gals) in military uniform for Fleet week, tried on piles of different hats, watched some of the air show, and paid an exorbitant amount for parking.
I had never been in San Francisco before for Fleet Week, and I don't think I'd ever heard of it before. There are, as I learned, two objectives if you are in San Francisco for Fleet Week. First, you must see the air show. It was really cool, with the various planes in various formations making shapes, suddenly pulling up, going into controlled spins, and so on. We even saw the Blue Angels, which I'm sure my uncle, who is very much into planes, will be very interested to know. But the second objective is to take pictures with as many guys in uniform, preferably good looking, as you can. Liz and Irene got the most pictures, but Maggie and Nikki and I had a few, including one with several obliging guys. Actually, all the guys that we asked were nice enough to let us take pictures, although some of them looked a little dubious about the whole thing. We also snagged a picture with a guy who looked exactly like Captain Jack Sparrow, or at least, I couldn't tell the difference.
We mostly wandered around Pier 39, which was quite fun, and tried on many different hats at the Krazy Kaps store (although I have no idea why they felt it necessary to change the 'c's to 'k's). My favorite hat, which I almost bought, was a nifty little cream fedora. It had a darker brown band, and what made it particularly spiffy and quirky was the addition of a printed feather on the side. It was, however, a bit expensive, and when I went back later they didn't have it in my size, so I think it was not meant to be, oh fedora.
We ate lunch at Bubba Gumps, which is, for anyone who doesn't know, mostly a shrimp place. I am not a shrimp person, neither, apparently, is Liz, nor Nikki, and Maggie was not in the mood for shrimp, so the only person who had shrimp was Irene. I think I can say that we were all disappointed, I know that I was, not because it was horrible, for it wasn't, but because it really wasn't that good. The service was alright, although they put too much ice in Liz's drink to begin with, and the food was alright, but it just wasn't that exciting. I suspect that I was mentally comparing it to that little Italian restaurant, and found it sadly lacking. But it did give us a nice view of the ocean.
Of course, we left late, and got home later (Irene the latest of us all, because she had an additional couple hours to drive), but it was quite worth it.
I had never been in San Francisco before for Fleet Week, and I don't think I'd ever heard of it before. There are, as I learned, two objectives if you are in San Francisco for Fleet Week. First, you must see the air show. It was really cool, with the various planes in various formations making shapes, suddenly pulling up, going into controlled spins, and so on. We even saw the Blue Angels, which I'm sure my uncle, who is very much into planes, will be very interested to know. But the second objective is to take pictures with as many guys in uniform, preferably good looking, as you can. Liz and Irene got the most pictures, but Maggie and Nikki and I had a few, including one with several obliging guys. Actually, all the guys that we asked were nice enough to let us take pictures, although some of them looked a little dubious about the whole thing. We also snagged a picture with a guy who looked exactly like Captain Jack Sparrow, or at least, I couldn't tell the difference.
We mostly wandered around Pier 39, which was quite fun, and tried on many different hats at the Krazy Kaps store (although I have no idea why they felt it necessary to change the 'c's to 'k's). My favorite hat, which I almost bought, was a nifty little cream fedora. It had a darker brown band, and what made it particularly spiffy and quirky was the addition of a printed feather on the side. It was, however, a bit expensive, and when I went back later they didn't have it in my size, so I think it was not meant to be, oh fedora.
We ate lunch at Bubba Gumps, which is, for anyone who doesn't know, mostly a shrimp place. I am not a shrimp person, neither, apparently, is Liz, nor Nikki, and Maggie was not in the mood for shrimp, so the only person who had shrimp was Irene. I think I can say that we were all disappointed, I know that I was, not because it was horrible, for it wasn't, but because it really wasn't that good. The service was alright, although they put too much ice in Liz's drink to begin with, and the food was alright, but it just wasn't that exciting. I suspect that I was mentally comparing it to that little Italian restaurant, and found it sadly lacking. But it did give us a nice view of the ocean.
Of course, we left late, and got home later (Irene the latest of us all, because she had an additional couple hours to drive), but it was quite worth it.