We ended up sleeping at Noah and Emily’s in Berkeley, CA. I was tired and feeling flustered, but I managed. I’m uprooting bad memories just writing this.
Sam was gone, he went for some walk. We found him and Max and Noah got some coffee at a shop nearby. Sam was on the phone with a friend of his mother’s – Auntie – who was hooking us up with a nice free hotel. I came to find it was two hotel rooms – one single for Sarah and I, one two-bed for Sam and Max. Also, while on the phone, Sam was accosted by a surprisingly insane sane man who was angry at him for talking on his cell phone.
We went into San Francisco – it was beautiful. We checked into our hotel, the Andrews, then went into the Mission. They ate some tacos, we looked at record stores, and I tried to have fun, but I was being inhibited – by myself. We settled on a hill Dolores Park. It was Mother’s Day; I called mum.
Sarah and Nicki met up with us, and Noah and Nicki parted from us shortly thereafter. It was again the core California foursome of Sam, Sarah, Max, and I. We walked up a great big hill to get to Auntie’s. It was a grueling climb, but a glorious household, and I wish I’d captured more of it. Auntie gave us jellies and a pot brownie, then we drove to the sushi joint.
I don’t remember the name of it. I wish I did. Auntie and her hubby showed their affluence beyond just having a nice house… They fed the four of us an eleven course meal that never stopped coming. It lasted multiple hours. They said you’re remembered when you tip well. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m made of money. Auntie talked about how they’d just been traveling; I think they’d just returned from India, which gave her and Sarah much to discuss. Also, I recall the bathroom being the most digestive room I’ve ever been in. Finally, we had to tear ourselves away. I’ll miss them.
We arrived at Knockout, owned and operated (I think?) by Samuel’s godfather, who was an old badass. The show was fine. Bryce showed up. Not many people purchased anything, and the sound was kind of shitty. Sarah and I ended up taking off early to go back to the hotel. I personally thought San Francisco was and is a beautiful city, and I’d never really known their food to be round and round exquisite until this very trip. Despite any heart murmurs I may have been having, I still fondly remember how sweet it was to be there, and I hope to visit again soon.
-for part of Sunday May 13th, 2012