To San Francisco and Beyond...

My best friend the minesweeper and I left Pasadena at 630am this morning and made the trek to San Francisco to drop off my car. I arrived at minesweeper's house after spending a not so fitful but very appreciated night at my friend the asst. organist's house with her 2 cats--ivan and oliver.

We made it to SF at about 130pm after having about 7 hours of past relationship therapy on the way. The only time we stopped talking was at Denny's in a scary part of Central California where my friend the lawyer kept asking questions about gay areas that I had to answer quietly into the phone. I am pleased to announce that minesweeper managed very, very successfully to drive the car and to contrary opinion she is not too short to drive a honda.

In SF we have done the following---
napped, eaten sandwiches, showered, lost keys, had keys deactivated, got charged 15.00 for an extra person, paid 30.00 to park the car, looked at big houses, went to the Haight Ashbury area, looked at stores, ate some pizza, some vegan tamales and more mexican food than one group of people should consume. The lawyer had us drive across the Golden Gate Bridge so minesweeper could see the bridge. WE posed for goofy pictures and had perfect strangers take high resolution pictures of us. Afterwards, we were all fading so we listened to South AFrican music and cruised back home. We've printed out our boarding passes and are ready to head upstairs to sleep.

All are also surprised to discover that I like baseball and am following the tie between the Yankees and the Red Sox. Hey, whats a girl to do if she's moving to Boston.

PEace out,

monk_1975