San Francisco

Maegan and I chatted some more in the morning before I had to be off again. After a brief stop at Arizmendi (a fantastic bakery) for sourdough I made it to my friend Becca’s apartment. Becca and her sister Julia have known my sister and I for so long that we may as well be family at this point. Since Julia, who is ordinarily in LA, was up in SF visiting her sister it was only natural that we convene with my sister, a Bay local, for brunch. 

Five for a fantastic feast

Becca and her boyfriend Alban cooked a fantastic breakfast for the five of us. After talking for a few hours, we hit the grocery store in preparation for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. Hardly Strictly is a free bluegrass festival that takes place annually in SF’s Golden Gate Park. It is massive. Most of the park is shut down for the six stages that run. The entry line was a quarter mile long sea of people. Luckily since they weren’t checking tickets (and weren’t really checking bags either) we got in quickly enough. By this point it was starting to get late in the day and I started to feel the pull of the South Bay, where I was to sleep that night. Luckily I was able to find my friends Ellen and Marie on my way out and catch up quickly.

Hardly Strictly Picnic

I hopped Caltrain back to Sunnyvale where Raphael was waiting for me. He had just come back from a renaissance faire with some friends and after a long day of drinking in a dusty field, they were ready for dinner. After rallying Bree and Kivilcim, two other friends of ours in the area, we made our way to a Korean restaurant for some food and a lot of beer and soju. Someone brought a deck of cards and I played BS for the first time in years. Turns out it’s a lot more fun after a round of Jinro.

Chessin and Cheese corn