Weekend in...SF!

Finally, my first weekend in SF in a looooong time. Friday was good times at Mr. Smith's (although I still don't know how I ended up at a "Bitter & Single" party without knowing it). I guess I should have known something was up when the bouncer didn't give me any grief (or charge me cover) for sounding like a complete airhead / moron, or when I walked into a packed bar full of guys (straight ones, as far as I could tell.) This was the exchange between me and the bouncer:


Him: Are you on the list?
Me: I dunno. Maybe?
Him: Sweetie, did you respond to the email?
Me: What email? Do I look like I respond to email?
Him: So are you on the list, or not?
Me: Maybe I'm a guest of someone on the list?
Him: And his or her name?
Me: I don't know, I never responded to the email...
Him: Whose party are you here for?
Me: Uh...I don't really know. I just know I'm here for the party.
Him: (checks me out, sighs, shakes his head and opens the velvet rope) Just come on in.

Saturday was blissful sleep, fresh cheese from Cowgirl Creamery / Acme bread / Greek wine (it's all the rage), accompanied by the unsurpassed views alongside Hwy 1 from here to Half Moon Bay just in time to catch the sunset. (Okay, maybe unsurpassed except for the Great Ocean Road views in Australia.) Then I went home and slept and slept and slept for 13 hours straight before waking up for breakfast at 8:30am--on a Sunday! Check out one of my fave pics we took at breakfast with my new toy: