San Francisco, Day 3

Since this was the morning of J’s interview we set two alarms, one on his phone and one on my new phone that sounded like frogs and had a little musical background, fun! (Incidentally, I FINALLY bought a new cell phone right before Christmas. Mine worked fine but was pretty old and didn’t really do anything interesting.) The first alarm went off and we cuddled for our “bonus” fifteen minutes until the sound of musical frogs told us we needed to get going. We both got dressed and ready and headed off to the hotel his interview was at. We found it easily enough and then continued walking around since he didn’t want to be early and didn’t want to wait in the lobby. The time came and I wished him luck, gave him a peck on the cheek, and went off to explore on my own for an hour. I didn’t go too far since I didn’t want to get lost or get too far from the hotel in case his interview was short. I found a cute coffee place and had a great cup of coffee while I wandered around. I saw a cool cube shaped building that turned out to be some sort of Jewish museum and right behind that was an old Catholic church. It was sort of an interesting juxtaposition of time periods and religions. I killed about 40 minutes and then went back to the hotel lobby to wait. J’s interview lasted an extra 25ish minutes (longer than planned, which is probably good!). J needed some coffee so we got some for him and then went back to the hotel so he could change clothes. We decided to make our way back to the Castro so he could get his hair cut and we could have some lunch. We ate at another cute little restaurant and then lucked out by walking into a salon just as they had an opening. J’s hair cut turned out really well and the lady that cut it was fun and adorable. I loved being in the Castro since everyone assumed J and I were a couple even if we weren’t holding hands. The lady that cut his hair asked if I liked it and she called me his boyfriend, nobody corrected her. For that day I sort of was in a complicated platonic sort of way. After lunch in the Castro we went to Haight-Ashbury. We were offered pot several times and smelled it several other times. We did some window shopping and then went to a kick ass music store where we both indulged by buying a couple cd’s each. We caught the Muni back downtown and then we went to the Fisherman’s Warf for dinner. The warf was pretty touristy but fun in its own way. My only request for the entire trip was to see the ocean since I had never seen the Pacific. I got some pretty shots (incidentally, if you want to see my pictures just contact me somehow and I would be glad to share!). We had a nice seafood dinner and then some fried donuts to eat while we waited for the cable car. The line was insanely long but it was a beautiful night so nobody really seemed to care. J and I threatened some marriages by holding hands for the hour we waited for a cable car. Two went by completely full and a third filled up right before us. We were determined that we would OWN the next cable car that showed up and we lucked out big time since there were two empty seats in the middle that we owned the hell out of almost all the way back to the hotel! The cable car dumped us off a couple stops before the downtown station because there was some sort of demonstration going on (we learned later that it was about the bombing of Palestine and had we known sooner we would have probably gone). The super helpful conductor told us the subway station was a block and a half “that way” as he gestured toward the city. Helpful. We eventually found it and got back to the hotel after a long day. We planned on going to see Milk at a nearby theater but instead we called it an early night, watched some tv, and packed to leave the next morning. For a nearly unprecedented third night in a row I went to sleep being held. Bliss.