I did not mean to skip blogging last night. In fact, I woke up at six a.m. propped up on my pillows (not how I usually sleep) with the bedside lamp on and my phone on the duvet as though it had just slipped out of my hand. At that point I thought there was no point in waking myself up further to blog, so I took some ibuprofen, turned out the light, and went to sleep.
Yesterday was pretty good, though. I was exhausted from my failed travel day, so getting up sucked, but I did manage to rally in time to take a couple of meetings from the hotel. Then I ubered deep into Noe Valley to meet Heather (aka dear respected madam) for lunch at Regent Thai. Heather was the main reason I flew in Thursday - she lives in Oregon now and I rarely see her, but I found out she'd be in SF and leaving Friday afternoon, so I changed my flight to get in Thursday night so we could see each other. She was in fine form and I was really glad to see her. And I caught a ride with her to the airport so that I could pick up a rental car for the rest of this week's shenanigans.
When I got back into SF, I did another couple of hours of work, and then I snuck out to get a mani/pedi at Silk (where they still remember me and are always happy to see me). Then I walked back to the hotel, changed, and ubered to the Mission to meet up with Adit, Claude, and Chandlord for drinks and dinner.
We started at Big Finish, which replaced Monk's Kettle. They have a bunch of wines on tap, and we ordered some pimento cheese (with ritz crackers for Adit) and fries to tide us over until our 8pm dinner reservation. We heard all about Adit's woes with the new electric suv that Priyanka bought, and we discussed a variety of other topics.
Then we adjourned to Delfina, where we had a v. delightful dinner and the server gave us all gold stars (metaphorically, but definitely at my request) for being such good guests. They handled the two vegetarians and the two gluten free people quite well, and the food was v. tasty. I also had a version of an aperol spritz and my share of a nice bottle of white wine. And we ended with pavlova for dessert, which was perfect and now something that I want to learn to make.
As we were wrapping up dinner, John showed up, which meant we had to keep the party going (no regrets there). So we moved to another bar whose name I do not remember (although I believe it was Wildhawk), where we all had cocktails. We stayed there until midnight, and Claude and Chandlord both left, but John, Adit and I continued on to Beehive, where we had another cocktail. John and I also had tequila shots given to us by a woman who claimed she was trustworthy because she was a lawyer, and then we all reminisced about times when we've suspected we were roofied. And then I got back to my hotel around 1:30, managed to wash my face, and promptly passed out.
This morning was rough, no doubt in large part because one is not supposed to drink a variety of white and red wines + aperitifs + bourbon (with a teabag in it) + tequila over the course of an evening. It also didn't help that I woke up to some suspicious messages regarding my credit report being checked for a credit card application, which I did not do. So I spent some headachy time freezing my credit and making phone calls to ensure the credit card wouldn't get opened. I don't think anything truly bad happened, but still, it was an annoyance I didn't want to deal with.
At some point I grabbed breakfast at the buffet downstairs, and I continued to laze in bed and do various mundane tasks until it was time to get ready to see Katrina. I went to her house first to see all the new and interesting things she's gotten up to in the last few months. Then we walked to Nopalito, where we caught up over some totopos and panuchos, which were v. tasty. It was great to see her, as usual, and it was nice to reflect on life together.
Then I came back to my hotel and took a v. long nap. When I forced myself to wake up I still wasn't rallied enough, so I canceled on plans to grab a late (after 9:30pm) drink with Adit and Vidya since my body would rather sleep and be sober tonight. Then I grabbed a solo dinner at the bar at Tailor's Son, which I've always wanted to try. They're usually slammed, but tonight the bar was weirdly quiet, so I ate a perfect seafood risotto and also half of the budino (chocolate mousse), and it was divine. I also journaled and soaked in the feel of being somewhere new (to me) and buzzy, which I do not get in ye olde Iowa.
And now, I'm going to go to bed and hope that I can do all the things that I want to go tomorrow if I get some quality sleep tonight. Goodnight!