Girlfriend!
So, Claire came down to SF this weekend at around four and at around five she was my girlfriend. We ate our way through San Francisco's restaurants and, because she is an urban planner by profession and I am an urban planning critique by nature, we explored the many plazas of the city. Here we in front of the statue of Ashurbanipal, which was donated to the city by the Assyrian people I(no joke!)
Finding UN plaza satisfactory, we rode the cable car to the Fisherman's Wharf, something I had never done.
Notice how bundled up we are? Yeah, it was really cold. She complained of the gloom, which made me feel better about all the complaining I've been doing. Stupid Gloom.
The best thing we did, however, was to ride over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Claire is a good rider and would meet even Tom Garcia's high cycling standards. We had some wine in Sausalito and looked at the sailboats. "My dad and I could turtle those," I told her. She didn't seem as impressed. She seemed rather less than impressed with the statement. On the way back, we had to climb a hill that was steeper than it looked. Sharing the hill were about 500 cars, going nowhere bumber to bumber. We passed them at leisurely pace.
On our last day, we explored Golden Gate Park, including my favorite statue.
Sancho and Quixote are totally kneeling to Claire.
Finding UN plaza satisfactory, we rode the cable car to the Fisherman's Wharf, something I had never done.
Notice how bundled up we are? Yeah, it was really cold. She complained of the gloom, which made me feel better about all the complaining I've been doing. Stupid Gloom.
The best thing we did, however, was to ride over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. Claire is a good rider and would meet even Tom Garcia's high cycling standards. We had some wine in Sausalito and looked at the sailboats. "My dad and I could turtle those," I told her. She didn't seem as impressed. She seemed rather less than impressed with the statement. On the way back, we had to climb a hill that was steeper than it looked. Sharing the hill were about 500 cars, going nowhere bumber to bumber. We passed them at leisurely pace.
On our last day, we explored Golden Gate Park, including my favorite statue.
Sancho and Quixote are totally kneeling to Claire.