Recently I was presented with a last minute chance to go to San Franscisco. Now.. I've been there before, I think I was around eighteen or so and it was very intimidating to me. Of course, now that I think about it.. I think EVERYTHING was intimidating to me at eighteen. Of course I also think I knew everything.. so I must have been pretty FUN.. OBVIOUSLY. ANYWAYS. I am not really an adventurer. I've always been the type that likes to have a plan. I like to know where I am. I like sameness and security and I HATE to be lost. Which happens frequently enough, but still I HATE IT. Anyways.. I decided a couple of years ago that I was going to STOP being initimidated by adventurous things. This made my mother very happy although she still dissappoves of my wardrobe... so glass half full on that one. So off to San Fran I went with absolutely no plan other than I felt sure there were things to do and see and I felt sure I was capable of doing and seeing them. I think in my thirties I have pretty good insurance, soo... I'm going with it. What could go wrong? So many things....
The first day I had it all to myself from start to finish. Kerry was in business stuff all day, so if I had to be hospitalized or something I'm sure he could have come but basically the man was busy...soo... off I went. I used my trusty Iphone to remember my street address.. apparently there are TWO Westins in San Fran.. I'll get to that later. Anyways, a man literally whistled for a cab and I got in and said "Take me somewhere there is bread... and maybe also soup...." Off to the wharf we went. Apparently if you walk alone, you may look like a bit of an oddity in a touristy area.. but I got over that pretty quickly. I mean.. this was a land of chocolate and bread and wine.. does NOT get much better. I shopped and found an amazing place to eat with a nice glass of wine.. it twas lovely. I continued on down the street until I found a WINERY.. and then things get a teeensy bit hazy. I had to taste the wine, and then I had to buy the wine and then I got into a lovely discussion about football teams and then I had the lady call me a cab. Upon entering the lovely cab, I told him my destination. VERY CAREFUL to give him the street address.. at least I think I was careful. I digress.
I then exited the cab at the Westin.. this is the part of the story that it becomes VERY IMPORTANT to know that there are two Westins. Up to the front desk... "Um... where is the other Westin?" that happened. That question ACTUALLY happened. Soooo... somehow I ended up in another cab with another mother and we shared a cab.. sorta.. somehow and then I got to the right Westin... which would have been INFINITELY more exciting if only I knew what I had done with the room key. Hmmmm... Ten minutes later and a gentleman that pretty much looked like a mobster showed up, let me in my room and asked to see my ID.. and then I went to sleep. I survived. I had FUN. I ordered a TON of wine. And I adventured, and lived a little and every little bit counts. Jus Sayin. :) (Also, later I bought shoes. Glory. Amen. Hallelujah.)
