It’s actually Monday right now and I don’t think I’ve ever felt worse about it in my life. After a beautiful weekend in sunny San Francisco with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin I am NOWHERE near ready to return to regular life. Not to mention I’m starting my class on spreadsheets this afternoon. I don’t know what there is to really learn about spreadsheets but I can pretty much guarantee it isn’t going to be fun.
Pretty much my whole weekend in San Francisco was a giant feast. My Aunt Jenn and Uncle Stan are opening a restaurant so naturally they wanted to research some of the best places around to get some ideas…naturally I didn’t mind restaurant hopping all day every day.
Friday night we enjoyed champagne and chocolate covered strawberries at the Bubble Lounge. It was seriously the cutest little bar/club place and it is the closest thing I’ve ever seen to my dream club The Pink Chandelier . No one was wearing tutus or anything, don’t get overly excited, but it was classy and beautiful and a girl in the bathroom had to ask me how to turn off the sink soo obviously the drinks were pretty divine.
Saturday we slept in a little (I even made myself work out at the hotel gym), ate an early lunch at the Slanted Door and did a little shopping before having tea at a cute polo shop/tea room.
Shopping was totally great in downtown San Francisco (when is it not?) I found the most amazing cosmic unicorn leggings at Urban Outfitters and I really don’t know how I’ve lived this long without them in my life. Even though I don’t have a special occasion to wear these bad boys out I feel like they will quickly pay off for themselves.
That night we were all exhausted not to mention feeling a little sick…Cab drivers in San Fran are a little crazy and I’m guessing the massive amount of food we were consuming didn’t help either. By Sunday we were happy to lounge on FDR’s old yacht all day. We were pretty much the youngest ones in the entire group and all of the old history buffs were dressed like characters from San Francisco history which was pretty darling. Since it was opening day on the bay we were given the honor of helping perform a ceremony to bless all the boats in the whole bay that wanted to be blessed for…boating season? To be honest I don’t really know what the blessing was for but at first I was super into it. I took it as my royal duty to wave to all the boaters pageant queen style and blow tons of kisses. It was a blast. However there were SO many boats wanting to be blessed. After an hour of waving and blowing kisses I was pretty much willing to let the rest of the boats take their chances on the dangerous waters and sail right back to the dock but the old boat docents were so honored and excited to be the blessing boat that I think they wanted it to last forever.
aAfter we’d blessed everyone in the world we were free to return to the land. I was sad to leave behind all of my fellow history nerd friends but I was beginning to feel a little cold and seasick. Luckily I bought a souvenir fleece so I will always remember the boat ride fondly when I’m cold and need a sweatshirt. We did a little thrift shopping in a place called “The Mission” or something like that next. Of course Genevieve and I were singing the Macklemore song and of course My Aunt Jenn and Uncle Stan thought we were totally annoying and immature. We found a million adorable pieces of china for my aunt to use in her future high tea room (which is going to be unbelievably adorable by the way) and lots of creepy clown paintings that I’m trying really hard not to think about. Next thing you know it was time for dinner and then BAM…time for me to head back to Seattle. Talk about devestating.
As you can imagine San Francisco was like a wonderful sunshiney dream. I probably would have dropped out and become a historical San Franciscan actor if I didn’t have Boo and Jeff to provide for back home. Anyways I’m in the depths of despair and I’m dreading spreadsheets class. Wish me luck.