San Francisco recap
Wednesday, March 17th, 2010A red eye and a few hours of sleep later, I’m back from a great trip to San Francisco. What a fantastic city. Can’t wait to get back there again soon. Once again, I have divided my trip into several important and helpful categories:
The beer: As in Seattle, we tried to hit up only the local brews. I’d have to say Anchor Steam was the clear winner, but I enjoyed the heck out of the Big Daddy. Also, everywhere in San Francisco has a liquor license. I got offered a beer at a coffee shop, a toy store, a pilates class, in the confessional at church - it was fantastic. Let’s get that going, Boston.
The food: After making sure my security needs were met, Vinny ate Chinese, Mexican, Italian, Thai, vanilla and caramel-filled cream puffs, croissants filled with chocolate, and of course the almighty McGriddle. I, on the other hand, only ate raw tofu salads and did ab crunches the whole time. Oh wait – I am still sweating cheeseburger grease out of every pore. But, as Vinny said, “Thank God we got cast as two fat guys in that movie coming up. Otherwise, this sort of eating would be borderline irresponsible.”
The sites: Our plan to continue our “Dumps Across America’s Tourist Spots” Tour was thwarted when the ferry boats to Alcatraz were sold out, thus eliminating my opportunity to drop a deuce in one of the world’s most infamous prisons. I consider it a missed opportunity. We did go to the Museum of Cartoon Art for the awesome Batman exhibit. It was so awesome I completely forgot to poop.
The rock: My show at the Rock-It Room was a little more challenging than the Seattle stop on the tour, mostly due to the set-up of the room. The stage area was by the front door, right next to the stairwell to the upstairs room in which there was apparently a very loud salsa dancing class going on. Luckily, it turns out my songs of irony and heartbreak sound even BETTER with a Latin beat.
The crowd was small, but attentive and fun for my early set. There was only one rude person who was oblviously talking loudly right in front of me during “I Still Love The Girl,” my quietest song. Luckily, the gods of karma got him back, as it turned out he was the singer of the next band and the PA loudly blew for their entire set. They were forced to do instrumental versions the rest of the night. That’s what you get when you mess with Boston, friends.
Overall, a tremendous mini-tour. Seattle and San Francisco have both shot to the top of my list of “Places I Will Move To When My Job As Mob Accountant Forces Me To Go Into Witness Protection.” Lots of seeing old friends, playing fun shows – what a great time. Can’t wait to get back out there again. Thanks for the love, West Coast!
