End of Days (in San Fran)

Clearly I cannot keep these blog entries short. But just think, they're so long, it's almost like you were actually there with us!
And now, on to THE LAST DAY.

We woke up, (as we often do) and we were a tad hungover, (as we often are) and I do believe I went swimmming, and Jacquie watched awful chick flicks in bed. Don't worry, I won't go into detail. We packed, showered, and Jacquie stuffed her hoodies, rain jackets, books, make-up and a variety of other things into my daypack for me to lug around all day, and we were off!

I had heard about a restaurant called 'HOME' in the Castro district - it had make-your-own bloody mary's - and for some reason this really excited me. Jacquie was all like, 'If I'm paying good money, I want to be servced damn it' but I'm a sucker for marketing ploys, and the thought of a waitress bringing me a shot of vodka, and then I get to go up to the bar and pour my OWN tomato juice was just too thrilling to miss. (cue Jacquie rolling her eyes)

So we jump on a street car going in the opposite direction of the ferry building, and 10 blocks later boom - there's the restaurant! Seriously, our hotel is either in the THE most convenient place, or... no, there is no 'either' - it is THE most convenient hotel. Ever.

So we wander up to the restaurant, and Jacquie reads the menu - and I'm all like, 'we don't have to go if it doesn't look good' and meanwhile as Jacquie is reading there are 59 dudes in tight jeans with bulging biceps who are undressing me with their eyes. (Flattering sure, but quite uncomfortable)

And then jacquie notices the bar menu - ALL YOU CAN DRINK Mimosas - $8.

Needless to say, we decided this would be our restaurant of choice (for the rest of our lives) Here's the menu:

OH NO!! I wrote a ton of other stuff, and it all didn't save! Blarg. well, I'll have to write it again, just not right now. damn.