Day 14: San Francisco–Bussin, eatin ‘n’ drinkin, all day long, in the blazing sun
David’s apartment is small, like he warned. We get the bed, he takes the floor. What a guy! In the bathroom, I hit my head on the sink when I get up from the toilet. I could’ve washed my feet in the tub at the same time. But David is whipping up some great snacks and treats and popping wine. The place is older, with tall ceilings. It’s got conviviality a-cookin’.
We joke about his neighbors. There’s no pets allowed or smoking, so we smell smoke and hear dogs barking whenever we hike his stairs. Whenever we hear a dog or parrot squawk we say “No dog here!” “No bird here!” David said there was a For Sale flier in the foyer saying “Bird cage for sale” then in small type: “birds included.” He said everyone there has a tic or talks to themselves.
We meet a friend of his who agrees to dare hang out with us and our kids today. He’s heard about us for years, so here we are.
We all push strollers and ride busses in the extreme heat all day. David says the Muni is the worst bus system on earth and they all need to suffer and be punished. Every bus arrives on time for us and has friendly, helpful drivers.
We stop again in North Beach at the oldest Italian restaurant in the City, the Gold Spike. A great old dive. Both kids are asleep in the strollers. We lean them in a booth and start drinking around a big table and order huge dinners, app’s and wine. Party! No kids! They sleep for two hours.
At the bar next to me I see a couple swanky guys and swanky Asian girls. Later as they get ready to leave I notice that a nerdy guy is sitting among them. A girl stays back and says to him, “Hey, you know we’re not those kinds of girls but, really, call us later if you want to have some fun. Ta-ta!” We’re in the City now!
Hot days, hot busses
Sushi boat!
World’s Fair park
