San Francisco

My time in San Francisco was well spent. We checked into a terrific boutique hotel called the Commodore on Sutter Street. The hotel had a nice restaurant and a great bar. The décor was very eclectic with lots of faux painting, a very fun interior.
Because we are girls, we have shopping needs. So, after check in, and they let us check in early, (two thumbs way up Commodore Hotel) we were off to Chinatown. Purses, jewelry, and shoes oh my! Guys will never understand the shopping Jones and thats all right. We will never understand football, video games, and your porn collection. Look, well try not to bitch about your little addictions; just let us go shopping or we get fussy and thats not fun for anybody. Shopping sated for the moment, we headed back to the hotel to get dressed for our dinner with Andy. After dressing, we hit the bar for cocktails. In the bar, we met a couple of writers that we joined for drinks. Heres my shameless plug for fellow writers David Corbett and Craig Clevenger. David is a crime novelist and his new book Blood of Paradise will be published spring 07 by Random House. Craig has two fiction novels The Contortionists Handbook and Dermaphoria. David and I got into a little tug of war over the use of my sister as a character in his book. He was taking notes while we spoke. I told him that she was already a character in my book. To which he replied, We have an expression in the literary world, its called fuck you. David was laughing at the time. I said, Im familiar with that expression David and fuck you too. Are these direct quotes? Yeah, pretty much and said in jest. Writers we are so kind to one another. We left David and Craig and were hoping to join them later, but it was not to be. Sorry guys.
We took a cab to Andys new place. I am still reeling from the price of real estate in California, $565,000 for a one-bedroom apartment. How do you people survive? I dont know for sure but think the governors mansion didnt cost that much in my state. From Andys new digs, we walked to the restaurant and had a wonderful dinner. Andys in recover now so that explains why he sort fell off the radar for a while. We are very happy for him. That being said we didnt do much partying but went on a nice tour of the city and a walk in the Castro District.
Back in the hotel, my sister passed out and I went down to the lobby and blogged for about forty minutes. I entered post only to see my blog disappear into cyberspace never to be seen again. This explains why I didnt write much while I was out there. I no longer trusted those pay per computers in hotel lobbies. I want my nine bucks back you fucking cyber pirates! Im not bitter. I would really like to have the blog back. I was feeling very self reflective when I wrote it because of something Andy said over dinner. He said I built walls around myself. Im still trying to figure that out. I see myself as needy and he said that I come off as not needing anyone. I guess thats a self protection, knee jerk reaction to developing relationships. He is so insightful, but then I guess the You Can All Go Fuck Yourselves! T-shirt that I was wearing might have been a tip off. Just kidding, I dont own that shirt yet.