The day after the wedding was the 4th of July. Due to rain, we didn’t bother with fireworks or anything like that. Instead, I had to drop my daughter off at her dad’s house (*sniffle* *sob*) and Scope and I went out to dinner with some relatives at the Yankee Grill, where I got mistaken for Miss Washington.
*patting self on back*
Okay, fine, I was mistaken as part of Miss Washington’s posse over the phone when I called to make reservations. Happy now?
It seems that Miss WA had reserved the entire restaurant at 8pm. Yes. The ENTIRE restaurant. And the rest of us riffraff had to get out before then.
It’s not like we were planning to linger late into the night there anyway. I mean, Scope and I had some bags to pack because we were flying down to San Francisco the next morning.
Monday, July 5th, Scope and I boarded a plane together for the very first time. I know. Crazy, huh?! With all the travelling the two of us have done back and forth across the country over the last year and a half, we’ve never actually flown anywhere together before!
We flew from Seattle to Oakland (because the plane tickets to Oakland were waaaaayyyyyyyyyyy cheaper than the tickets to San Francisco were ~ and hefty prices give me hives!!) and we watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall on Scope’s netbook during the flight.
Once in Oakland, we took the BART transit into San Francisco and walked through Union Square to our hotel, Sir Francis Drake….
Now, I don’t know exactly what I was expecting our hotel to be. Maybe like a Holiday Inn or something….? I dunno. When we booked the hotel online, it was definitely one of the more affordable ones, so I certainly wasn’t anticipating any frills and whatnot. So, when I saw the dude in the snazzy Beefeater outfit hanging out outside our hotel, I was a wee bit surprised! And definitely delighted.
And then we walked in….
According to Scope, I gasped when we walked into the lobby and my face lit up with a look that plainly squealed, “is this all for ME?!”
We stayed on the 14th floor, which was really the 13th floor, only someone was too spooked and superstitious to get up the guts actually call it the 13th floor. *cough chicken cough*….
(I’ve heard of old buildings like this, where there’s no 13th floor, but I’ve never actually seen one until now. So, they really exist, huh? How funny!)
This is what our room looked like….
….and, shh, because my handsome husband is taking a very important phone call! ;-)
After dropping our bags off in our room, Scope and I went out on a sightseeing walk around the city, where we saw artsy fartsy sculptures….
(No, I didn’t cut my hair, it was just very windy.)
….and gorgeous buildings….
….this cool clock….
….a nearly life-sized Sally doll I kinda wished I could bring home for Gwen as a souvenir…. but for $200? Ummm, no thanks….
….a “Fashionista Ken”! (Really, Mattel? Really????)….
….and, of course, lots of cable cars….
We ended up strolling through Yerba Buena Gardens….
For dinner, I had “bangers and mash” (sooooooooooo good) at Foley’s Irish House….
Then for dessert, we stopped by a cute little bakery….
….where they had a window full of tempting cupcakes….
Scope got a red velvet cupcake and I got a coconut chocolate one….
Up next: day two of our honeymoon!