And so, it is 2017.
And what does one do on the first day of the year? Well, of course, one goes for a bike ride.
Today we rode to BART, went into the City, and rode to Golden Gate Park and the De Young Museum. Specifically for the Frank Stella Retrospective.
If you are a bike rider, I cannot recommend Golden Gate Park enough on a Sunday. About half of the Park is designated as an auto free zone, and you can just ride and ride with only other cyclists, roller skaters and bladers, skateboarders, and walkers to deal with. It is bliss.
The Frank Stella show was amazing to see with just amazing pieces of abstract artwork to see.
After the museum, we went and were able to get seats at the patio of the Beach Chalet. It was a wonderful experience of buffet and bottomless mimosas (mimosea?).
Then we walked on the beach, and I watched the sand blow.
Then we rode back to BART with an incredible downhill on Oak back to Market, and then came home.
It was a wonderful day of wine, woman, and wind.
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Sunday, January 01, 2017
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Fifteen Years
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.
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.
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