What’s rarer than June’s full “honey” moon landing on Friday, the 13th? Not much considering that the last one occurred in 1919. The only occurrence more peculiar is a San Franciscan not having any weekend plans. So if this is your predicament, then read on my little unicorn, and I’ll fix you right up.
You’ve got to love a four-day work week!
Uh-oh! Still no plans for the weekend? Did the abbreviated work week catch you off guard? No need to fret… I have several San Francisco treats lined up for you!
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We’re headed into a three-day weekend! Woo hoo!
What’s that? You didn’t make any weekend plans and all of your friends are headed out of town for Lightning in a Bottle and the California Roots Festival? No problem. I’ve got you covered!
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It was a rainy weeknight, I had just gotten off of work, and I was “jonesing” to go someplace a bit different to imbibe in a tasty beverage. I had recently heard of a “secret garage bar” in NoPa which sounded perfect for the occasion. As you will soon discover, I am a stickler for all things considered “secret” and “underground,” which is probably why I have such a strong affinity for the Roaring 20’s. There’s just something about an era that manifested Speakeasy’s, the dawning of women’s lib, and the bohemian lifestyle that gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. But I’m getting off topic…
Upon our arrival, my compadre and I were greeted by this radiant vision, who I later learned was the portrait of a lovely (and anonymous) woman whom one of the owners met in Mexico. Looking up at the Señorita’s luminous and somewhat sassy smile, I instantly had a good feeling about the place.
One of the many things that I like to do on my day off is to play tourist in my own backyard, and I had the perfect excuse to do that last weekend when I had a friend visiting from out of-town. It was a beautiful afternoon, so we decided to take the F Market streetcar down to explore Fisherman’s Wharf, along with two other friends that we had invited to join us.
Photo Credit: Satoshi Kawase
As we arrived at Pier 39 we were welcomed by “Crusty” the crab waving hello, a blues-type band playing, what I like to refer to as “baby-making” music, and the delicious aroma of waffle cones. Continue reading
It was a gorgeous, spring day for the season opener of Picnic at the Presidio. I arrived around noon to discover that the Main Post Lawn was already brimming full of sunbathers and picnickers enjoying their delicious finds from the over twenty food trucks, carts, and tents lining both sides of the lawn.
Wandering New Heights 