Fifteen years ago, yesterday, I took a woman on a picnic.
It was a brave endeavor as it had been raining every day since the rainy season began. And as it turned out it would for almost every day through the month of February. But January 25, 1998 turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with big fluffy clouds all around the San Francisco Bay Area.
I took her on a visual tour of the city. On the way in, we stopped at Treasure Island to admire the view. We also went around to the Palace of the Legion of Honor, and up to Twin Peaks. Then we headed down to Golden Gate Park and enjoyed what I had prepared: shrimp cocktails, pork tenderloin with rolls, and Grand Marnier chocolate mousse. While we ate, we admired the tiny daisies growing in patches around the lawn of the park, and we were visited by a gopher who would stick its head out to watch us, and then hide when we looked at him.
After eating, we went to the Cannery, and walked around for a bit. Then we headed back to my parents' house, with a stop at Treasure Island again to see the city all lit up for the night.
The next day, we watched the Super Bowl eating salmon with dill sauce, and before she left to go home, we had our first kiss.
Yesterday, we were in the city again, this time for a dentist appointment. We parked in our usual spot behind Kennedy's, and walked hand in hand up Columbus to Washington Square Park. Afterwards, we had a mid-afternoon meal at Burger Meister. Then we drove home.
I still have a picture of that woman from that day on my desk at work.