Our nine-day vacay in Northern California, home, sweet home. The Man fancies himself a wanderer, and says that he's over San Francisco, but I'll always call it home.
The view from our balcony at the Hotel Kabuki in Japantown.
As wonderful as it was to be back in San Francisco, one major buzz kill to our vacation were all the hidden fees. From the car rental place, to our hotel, to parking anywhere in the city. Well, parking is expected, but...
You'd think that because we use to live in SF, we could avoid all paying the little extra here and there, yeah? Nope.
And then there's the time we didn't have any cash on us to pay the toll on the Bay Bridge. I'm not even going to tell you the amount on the ticket the tollperson issued us.
Anywhoo, more pics. As soon as we'd checked in, we decided to drive down to my old Outer Richmond neighborhood and drop off my Christmas card for my old landlady (she really isn't old, in fact I'm older than her!) Jen. We also went down to Ocean Beach. It was nearly sunset, the perfect time to take photos.
I played with a few of the filters on my camera phone. I like this one a lot.
As soon as the sun disappeared into the sea, we got back into the car, went back to Japantown and filled our faces with a ridiculous amount of sushi. We've been deprived for so long.
Look at he found in a stationary store,
Big ole nerd.
Polk St.'s Oyster Bar. Anthony Bourdain featured this place in his San Francisco episode of his new show, The Layover. Urchin, or Uni is good if it doesn't taste too sea salty, iodine-ish.
Remembered the 'Masters of Venice' exhibit at the de Young Museum. It was a bit of a snoozefest, but I did find a piece I admired. I ended up buying a print at the museum store.
'Youth with an Arrow'
Afterwards, we took a stroll around the area. I distinctly remember being cross with my husband for some reason, but then after a brief fight with him involving a mound of dirt and some tree branches, we made up with a hug and a kiss.
Obligatory pic while driving on the Golden Gate Bridge.
The St. Francis Westin Hotel's gingerbread castle.
The Hastey family's gingerbread shanty.
We spent three days in SF, then we checked out of our hotel on Christmas Eve and stayed with Will's family in Santa Rosa for the holidays. We weren't expecting to stay too long, but there were a few more celebrations we had to attend before we could see his Dad in Sacramento.
Fluffy kitty! Her name is Bacon Grace. Say that fast, and you get Bacon Grease.
She's a fighter and a biter. And the fuzziest thing ever! Those claws and fangs don't deter anyone from sneaking a cuddle from her.
This maybe the last Christmas with the family in Nor-Cal for awhile, because it's just too darn expensive. And I would love to be able to do other things for the Christmas holidays. like volunteer at a homeless shelter or kitchen. And itt would nice for Will and I to start making traditions of our own too.
There is seriously not enough of moi to go around. I now have a Tumblr account, strictly for following fandom crap, like BBC!Sherlock, Doctor Who, and the like. A place for my inner fangirl to upchuck into when her livejournal goes wonky from all the DDS attacks.