Jerame and I were excited about visiting San Francisco for the first time. Queer Mecca, after all, is where rainbows abound, glitter falls spontaneously from the sky, art blooms like flowers, and you can smoke pot walking down the sidewalk. In other words, paradise.
Turns out only one of those is true, but that's a different story.
Our first full day was reserved for sightseeing before the Victory Fund conference began. Excited about being in the city, I asked my Twitter followers for suggestions on where to go. To my surprise, reader and activist Meghan Stabler answered, said she was in town too, and asked if we'd like a personal tour guide to some of the sights.
Of course, we agreed in a heartbeat. I'd met Meghan for the first time at my birthday party right before the National Equality March; we'd spent a long time sitting and talking - so long, in fact, that I neglected to notice that the room had filled up with people while we'd chatted. Jerame, literally, had to come remind me to mingle with everyone else.
Meghan met us at our hotel, the Sir Francis Drake, and we rode a trolley up the hill toward the waterfront. She pointed out the curviest street I've ever seen and Chinatown as we passed by on the lumbering mechanical cart. (Jerame and I returned to Chinatown later that week to eat lunch and buy trinkets. We had the best Chinese food ever in the basement of a building an older Chinese woman drug us into when she realized we were looking for a place to eat. We could barely read the menu, the server didn't speak English very well, and it was the best food of the entire trip.)
Arriving at the bay, we had lunch at a fantastic little restaurant that served clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl; I still drool a little thinking about how good it was. Afterword, we checked out the Ghiradelli chocolate factory, Pier 39, and the spot where sea lions and seals congregate to sun themselves and bark at tourists. Sadly, the wet banks were almost deserted except for a few stragglers who seemed more interested in sleeping than entertaining visitors. We talked enough that I'm sure we made up for the lack of volume from the seals and we enjoyed every minute of it.
Before we headed back to the hotel, Meghan snapped this picture for us. Whenever I see it, it reminds me of clam chowder, chocolate, and Meghan's enchanting accent.
I giggle at the combination each time too since the infamous Alcatraz prison is in the background. Dark humor, I suppose.