Looks like there was a good turnout. Hope they raised a lot of money.
See y'all tonight at The Palms.
O/T- WALNUT CREEK RECAP
Cheryl and I had a great short week together. On Friday morning I drove to the summit of Mount Diablo while she was at the office, 3,849 ft above sea level. Wow. You can see all the way to the Sierra and over to the bay.
Saturday we hopped on the BART and went into San Francisco. Artsy stuff and street musicians everywhere. This cat, John King, is actually a drummer from Sacramento. He set up his stuff right by the ferry terminal building.
I lived in North Beach in 67-68. It's always trippy to go back. I think I'm gonna ditch my white collar career and become a street musician, LOL! (Been intractably laid off anyway since March 2007) There was this guitar player/singer cat at the cable car station over by the wharf last Saturday who sucked so bad I thought "bitch, I'm comin' back with my 12-string and take your weak-shit corner..."
LOL! At one point he asked for requests, and someone hollered out "yeah, can ya stop?"
Ouch.
We had breakfast at Pier 39 Fisherman's Wharf, and then had to go check out the sea lions. Funny. Stinky, too.
He was not amused -- "I ain't gonna tell ya again..." OK. I'm done.
After drinks at The Cliff House, we walked back up in the fog and spitting rain about a mile, to 34th and Geary to one of our favorite restaurants, the Pacific Cafe. A locals' secret.
Pretty cool. Think about it: a place only open 29 hours a week in perhaps the most highly taxed and regulated state in the nation (and in one of the most expensive cities, a city overrun with restaurants), essentially no marketing, and been around 34+ years. They shop their seafood fresh at the piers every day. Prices are not bad, either.
That should tell you all you need to know. If you're ever over in SF, check it out. Great little place. Jump on the Muni 38 line down by Market Street ($1.50, exact change), straight shot out there.
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