(Actually, it was more like 18 hours.) Last Thursday, I met up with a dear friend of mine who was spending a couple days in San Francisco. Given that we hadn’t seen one another in months, and that she had flown more than 20 hours from her current home in Brazil to arrive in California, I wasn’t about to miss her visit. My friend, ever the social architect, had planned a “girls’ night out.” I, ever the social misfit, was happy to take part. Here’s a peek into our soiree, along with a few random thoughts from yours truly.
I think Sherri Siegel took this photo. Thanks, Sherri!
Just moments before my friend picked me up in her rented SUV for dinner, I spotted these sunglasses in Cow Hollow and had to have them. One of the quickest, best purchases I’ve ever made.
Young love is a beautiful thing.
Back in the day, my friends and I spent a fair amount of time and money at the original (tiny) ChaChaCha on Haight Street, and later, at its (somewhat larger) expanded restaurant, also on Haight. However, until last week, I had not been to the Mission Street location in years. A glass of Sangria and many tapas plates later, I am happy to report that the mouth-watering chicken paillard and warm spinach salad are as good as ever, and ChaChaCha’s tradition of handing out Tootsie Rolls with the check lives on.
The Cat Club: All-80s Thursday. Cover charge? $6. The chance to re-live my twenties, without the post-college angst but complete with classic MTV-style videos? Priceless. Don’t Stop Believing.
My sangria-induced buzz (yes, from just one glass… I am a lightweight) resulted in some random, slightly out-of-focus, and beautiful photos. This makes my inner beatnik very happy.
Self-portrait, in red. After midnight.
I had an opportunity to catch up with old friends, and connect with new ones. All beautiful women, inside and out. And dang, my girls can dance.
Not sure who took this photo of Tiffany and me. Girls? Anyone know?
My twenties were fun, but I would not go back. I love that after a night out on the town as a 40-something woman, I am able to have a slumber party with one of my best friends (and her mom!), wake up without a hangover, unself-consciously enjoy a leisurely brunch with only the morning paper for company… and still be home before my kids finish their school day.
The Recipe: 24 Hours in San Francisco
Grab some good friends. Meet up in the City by the Bay. Eat, drink, and be merry. Oh, and if you like, check out these places from my trip. As for lodgings… we stayed at a friend’s lovely apartment near Union Street. You’ll have to score your own digs.
2100 Union Street
Cha Cha Cha
2327 Mission Street
1801 Haight Street
1190 Folsom Street @ 8th
2417 California Street @ Fillmore