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I literally spent my entire weekend in the car. No joke.
Aaron finally had a weekend off, so on Friday night, he told me to think of some ideas of what to do. I hadn't been to Fisherman's Wharf since last summer, so I decided we would head there for the day. Uhm. That was a BAD idea. We got down there at noon and it was an absolute madhouse. No one told me there was some fucking street festival in China town, so 10 blocks of the street were shut down, and the entire motherfucking population of the Northern hemisphere would be at the wharf. There was absolutely no where to park unless it was in San Diego. The buses were packed like sardines. Let's not forget there was also a Giant's game going on, which made the ride downtown an absolute suicide mission. I was already annoyed and ready to turn around and go home.
Finally, after an hour of frustration looking for parking, we both said fuck it and headed straight for the Golden Gate Bridge. We decided to head toward Sausilito since we had never been there before. Well, apparently neither had the rest of the world because it was just as crowded. There is no where to fucking park in this entire state, and if you are lucky enough to find a place to squeeze into, you better make sure you took out a loan first. One parking garage we found was $40. No lie... It was now getting close to 2PM and we were both hungry and cranky. As if being in the car for three hours now wasn't bad enough, we took a wrong turn on one of the major streets an ended up on top of a windy hill overlooking the ocean. Yeah, and it only took 20 minutes to get up there. We would have gotten out to enjoy our view, but we soon realized we were on someone's private drive-way with a "NO TRESPASSING" sign. Naturally, the only way out was the way we came...another 20 minute ride back down the road. We were both pissed beyond words at this point.
We finally made our way back to the street where it was bumper to bumper traffic all the way. We finally decided to just head back toward San Francisco, and find a place to eat. Not before shelling out fucking FIVE DOLLARS just to go back over the GG Bridge!!! THIEVES!!! We get back into the city, and we find ourselves on Lombard street.. famous for being the most crooked street in the world. I couldn't give two shits about it.. I just wanted food. Aaron thought it would be "cool" to drive on it and I was NOT amused. It was now close to 3:30PM and my stomach was digesting itself. If I didn't get out of the car and into a feedbag, there was gonna be some serious complications and blood on my dashboard. We somehow were forced back onto the 101 and ended up at some mall in Daly City. My great plan of having fresh fish on the wharf turned into a 2-item combo plate from Panda Express.
Gee, I can't wait until next weekend!
Aaron finally had a weekend off, so on Friday night, he told me to think of some ideas of what to do. I hadn't been to Fisherman's Wharf since last summer, so I decided we would head there for the day. Uhm. That was a BAD idea. We got down there at noon and it was an absolute madhouse. No one told me there was some fucking street festival in China town, so 10 blocks of the street were shut down, and the entire motherfucking population of the Northern hemisphere would be at the wharf. There was absolutely no where to park unless it was in San Diego. The buses were packed like sardines. Let's not forget there was also a Giant's game going on, which made the ride downtown an absolute suicide mission. I was already annoyed and ready to turn around and go home.
Finally, after an hour of frustration looking for parking, we both said fuck it and headed straight for the Golden Gate Bridge. We decided to head toward Sausilito since we had never been there before. Well, apparently neither had the rest of the world because it was just as crowded. There is no where to fucking park in this entire state, and if you are lucky enough to find a place to squeeze into, you better make sure you took out a loan first. One parking garage we found was $40. No lie... It was now getting close to 2PM and we were both hungry and cranky. As if being in the car for three hours now wasn't bad enough, we took a wrong turn on one of the major streets an ended up on top of a windy hill overlooking the ocean. Yeah, and it only took 20 minutes to get up there. We would have gotten out to enjoy our view, but we soon realized we were on someone's private drive-way with a "NO TRESPASSING" sign. Naturally, the only way out was the way we came...another 20 minute ride back down the road. We were both pissed beyond words at this point.
We finally made our way back to the street where it was bumper to bumper traffic all the way. We finally decided to just head back toward San Francisco, and find a place to eat. Not before shelling out fucking FIVE DOLLARS just to go back over the GG Bridge!!! THIEVES!!! We get back into the city, and we find ourselves on Lombard street.. famous for being the most crooked street in the world. I couldn't give two shits about it.. I just wanted food. Aaron thought it would be "cool" to drive on it and I was NOT amused. It was now close to 3:30PM and my stomach was digesting itself. If I didn't get out of the car and into a feedbag, there was gonna be some serious complications and blood on my dashboard. We somehow were forced back onto the 101 and ended up at some mall in Daly City. My great plan of having fresh fish on the wharf turned into a 2-item combo plate from Panda Express.
Gee, I can't wait until next weekend!