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I had a great time getting to meet
digitalfriction while he was visiting San Jose from Detroit. He's been on my FList since my first LJ back in 2003, but our paths had never crossed. I picked him up Wednesday evening expecting to just head out for dinner, but then found out he'd never seen the Pacific Ocean, having always lived in the Upper Midwest. We headed to Santa Cruz, then drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to Half Moon Bay for dinner - now THAT'S the way to see the Pacific for the first time!
Ate Dungeness Crab at Half Moon Bay Brewing Co. right on the water, though it was too cold to eat outside. I found it funny that our weather was too cold for a guy from Detroit! But the wind was strong. He'd never eaten whole crab before, so I got to show him how to crack the legs and whatnot. From there, we went ahead and drove north a few more miles to San Francisco so he could see Castro, that gayest of gay Meccas. Did a quick spin through the clubs there, and got a picture of myself dancing on a makeshift grave for Jerry Falwell that had been erected for just such dances. Sorry for those offended, but I LOVE the Castro for being able to set up such shrines so quickly an irreverantly!
Didn't get him back to his hotel in San Jose until almost 2AM, so the next day of conferences, as I understand it, went largely unattended. Heh!
digitalfriction while he was visiting San Jose from Detroit. He's been on my FList since my first LJ back in 2003, but our paths had never crossed. I picked him up Wednesday evening expecting to just head out for dinner, but then found out he'd never seen the Pacific Ocean, having always lived in the Upper Midwest. We headed to Santa Cruz, then drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to Half Moon Bay for dinner - now THAT'S the way to see the Pacific for the first time!
Ate Dungeness Crab at Half Moon Bay Brewing Co. right on the water, though it was too cold to eat outside. I found it funny that our weather was too cold for a guy from Detroit! But the wind was strong. He'd never eaten whole crab before, so I got to show him how to crack the legs and whatnot. From there, we went ahead and drove north a few more miles to San Francisco so he could see Castro, that gayest of gay Meccas. Did a quick spin through the clubs there, and got a picture of myself dancing on a makeshift grave for Jerry Falwell that had been erected for just such dances. Sorry for those offended, but I LOVE the Castro for being able to set up such shrines so quickly an irreverantly!
Didn't get him back to his hotel in San Jose until almost 2AM, so the next day of conferences, as I understand it, went largely unattended. Heh!