Let’s pretend like San Francisco is Paris. Back in Paris I wrote about plotting to wrestle wild boars with diplomacy and my run-ins with small Italian children who sound like the movies. Well, here at home I find myself in slightly different scenarios. All-in-all it’s fairly unworthy of penmanship. But we can dream.
I just got done with two hours of Grey’s Anatomy where the red-head doctor goes to Hollywood to have babies and the Grey fails to save her step-mom who was just trying to be nice to her but never got accepted. The show was a little less engaging than usual, but the problem this time was really the fact I wasn’t watching it on the internet so there were extra-long Lexus commercials interrupting my viewing every two minutes. Ahh.
Last night I went spalunking at the Giants stadium on 2nd and Embarcadero. Who knew you could stand spitting distance from the right fielder behind a little cage and watch every single home game for free? Seriously. It’s magic. I went with Rebecca and her friends Zach and Sean who heckled the crap out of the poor Rockies outfielder named Hawpe for six innings. The worst was their interrogation of the bullpen.
“Hey! What are you three even doing over there?” Zach would yell at three spitting Rockies pitchers with windbreakers on standing in the bullpen. “Yeah, that’s right. Look over here, jerkoff!”
“How do you not get thrown out of games?” Rebecca asks.
“I never swear. That’s the trick.”
The game itself was pretty entertaining. Bonds hit a two-run single to bring them back late in the game and some guy named after the fancy English cognac, Hennessy, closed it out in the ninth for the W. The real highlight of the evening came a couple hours earlier, however. Apparently there’s no law against feeding people free single-malt scotch while they play miniature golf indoors, also free. Unfortunately, although we had obtained our membership to the Glenlivet City Links scotch club in downtown San Francisco and put on our Wednesday best, we arrived 10 minutes before they closed and the stingy club staff behind the bar wouldn’t serve us. Luckily, the promotion continues Friday and Tuesday nights and we did get a few zingers in on the putt-putt course before we were escorted out.
Ahh, city. Such treats. Especially when it’s free.
