San Frankissmyass

The legendary San Francisco cloud of smog, fog and smug.

We made the stupid decision to swoop into San Francisco for dinner. A couple of massive bridges, a lot of horrifying street patterns and drivers and sketchy streets, and a safe surrender site later we arrive at Valencia Street in the Mission District.

If this is on a main street, I never want to explore the alleyways.

We park, and decide to go to an Indian restaurant that yelp said was right next to us and 4 stars. I put my name in, which he wrote down as "Pretty" instead of "Brittany." We asked him what the wait would be, and he wouldn't tell us, so we milled around and tried to stay out of the way until we were seated. We had already seen the menu and decided what we wanted, so we waited for our waiter. And waited. Around the time I started banging my head on the marble table, the couple next to us gave us a tip and told us that we have to wave them down. I perked up, said "oh, like this?" and threw my arms up and flailed wildly, bouncing in my seat slightly, and stared at the waiter. It worked!

She's trying to smile.

The food was actually really, really good, so San Francisco gets one point for that. As soon as we left, we decided that we should probably stick around for a while longer to meet up with a couple of friends. That lasted all of 5 minutes before we were running back to the car to escape the homeless that physically pushed us aside, the trendy people with the terrible haircuts and the stupid skinny jeans and canvas shoes, and the pimps strolling down the increasingly sketchy street.

We fled. I think we were supposed to tip the parking attendant, but fuck it. I hate California. We are getting out of this state as fast as possible, and it is depressing that we were here for the longest of any of the states on the trip. If this post sucks, it's because California sucks and I am totally uninspired. The only people who want to visit California are the Californians, and therefore they love themselves. We looked around all day for out of state plates, and we found one. He was probably from here, too.

I am still waiting to give Ang an escape-from-San Francisco-five, but the city will never end. We came to this state for the Redwoods and the wine, and next time we'll just download some pictures and order online.