open those golden gates — wide
Day one of my San Francisco trip (last Thursday) involved a bucketful of drive-drive-driving — with a massive payoff of two good friends (Molly and food) waiting on the other end. That evening’s meal constituted the second intensely pleasureable non-sex mouth experience in two days:
- On Valentine’s Day, I went to an afternoon roof party and there, among the many luscious treats, was a chocolate fountain. What part of that sentence doesn’t make every corner of the hambox pleasure center go ZING? Effing chocolate fountains, man. Who came up with that?
- Then, the next night, at San Francisco’s Citizen Cake, I had the best pork chop of my life (Niman Ranch pork loin chop, sweet potato-smoked bacon hash, almond streusel). For those of you who know me well know my love of the pig. And for me to say “best pork chop of my life” is a strong statement indeed. Surprisingly, the universe didn’t implode under the solemnity of the moment.
Instead, I went to The Eagle to see the Benetards, a one-night-only P. Benetar cover band (which included Chris X! Hey!) And during Bear Weekend, even! I feel like crying a little at how very SF that lil experience was. Awesome Jill was there and relates her evening in her customary elan — and goggles.
Then I beered myself into a cab and slept the sleep of the sated satyr.
Day Two is next, duh! Happy Year of the Pig, by the by.
Photo: View of San Francisco, originally uploaded by hambox. Go to my photostream to see oh so many pictures.