i think that all of us agree, hands down, that san francisco was our favourite city. the weather was perfect, the shopping was perfect, the people were perfect. hell, even their hotdog vendors were hot. and thanks to my lovely sister, we were introduced to henry and got an awesome place to crash for our five days there. henry's basement was very hippy and had such a that 70s show vibe to it. i felt obligated to get high or something. loved it.
um, yeah. so.. i'm too strong for my own good. don't think henry knew about this but we managed to fix it. sshhh.
shopping at union square and bought truckloads of sweets and goodies from trader joe's. figured we couldn't walk up the hills with that load, so we had to take a cab back to jarboe.
we bought tickets for a bay cruise. it took us to the golden gate bridge and around alcatraz. we weren't lucky enough to actually go to the island cause the tour was all sold out. major bummer. then, we headed out to see the world's crookedest street. cars actually line up to drive through it. jebus. sanggup seh.
golden gate bridge. duh.
kite surfers! looked like fun.
next stop: stonestown galleria. we really never stop shopping.
it was a total nightmare to pack all that shit in.
dinner at the cheesecake factory. friggin aaaaaace :D
little misses sunshine.
brought home a souvenir from the vans store.
and of course, who can forget roddy. the four of us split up on the last day cause jean and i had to go hunting for more stuff for our families at union square while yani and deeds decided to go to haight and ashbury to check out the hippy scene. they got back to the house first that night and when jean and i reached there and found them talking to roddy, i thought that they might've picked up another stray. god knows we have a habit of doing that. but it turned out to be henry's british neighbour who was very very drunk. so funny though.
basically frisco was too good to be true. which is probably why things got pretty fucked up on the last night. we didn't foresee a problem with getting a cab to the airport but considering it was a saturday night, we probably should have. we were so close to missing our flight back home. we had loads of stuff. it was too late to take public transport. henry couldn't send us cause he already had plans and roddy was in no condition to be behind the wheel. we felt so bad cause henry was calmly freaking out (idk how he managed to do that but he did) and in the end he managed to book us two shuttles. it was 1145, our flight was at 130 i think and the shuttle could only pick us up at 1215. so we were pretty much fucked at that point. all we could do was twiddle our thumbs an pray. while waiting for the shuttle we lined up all our stuff along the pavement so we wouldn't waste any time when it finally came.
luck seemed to be turning our way when henry's neighbour spotted a cab and ran barefoot down the street to catch it. eternally grateful to her i swear. although traffic was terrible (a football game just ended so the highway was jammed), we managed to get to the airport in good time. we unloaded all our stuff when suddenly,
yani: where's my trolley bag?
no lie. she left it back at the house. so she had to get her ass back there while we stalled for time at the counter. it was barely open and clearly, we were the last passengers to check in. speaking of, checking in was such a big production. the bobos' carry-ons were too heavy and we had to repack at the counter to spread the weight. as if things couldn't go more wrong, the stroganoff we packed exploded in my bag and drenched my stuff with pasta sauce. in the process of cleaning it, jelly beans spilled onto the airport floor. definitely an fml moment. even the airport staff was laughing. when yani came back, we were still at the check in counter. we practically sprinted to the gate as they were about to close it. we made it just in time.
TRUE STORY.
can't believe i still remember all the details after all this while. i suppose these misadventures sort of make the trip epic. so that's it for this summer, i guess. god, i swear i could still cry thinking of my last day in wildwood. i've been postponing this for a very long time. but i guess it's only fair to finish the story before the year ends.
long live SUMMER 09 :D
