One journalist's musings about the beautiful, bizarre world in which we live
DAY 10, NOV. 16 – 11 DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING
Last night The Castro district (the gay district) of San Francisco, I had one hell of a time at the bar.
It was 80s night. It started with a vodka cran – I have a problem tasting vodka, though apparently it was strong – and a giant throne that was taller than me.
My hostel buddy from England, Emma, was sitting in it.
“You know you’re in a gay bar when it’s a velvet chair,” she said, rubbing the arms.
A few more $2 vodka drinks later, and I looked like this:
The next morning, after leaving the hostel, Dan went to pick up a coffee for me. When he came back, I had fallen asleep on the curb against a mailbox.
When he finally got me to walk again, we moved to a park bench in Chinatown. I fell asleep again, this time with a number of old Chinese men playing Majong around me.
Eventually, we made it out of the city. What a hell of a city it is.