Friday Night
So last night was my friend (by way of Ashley) Kris’s birthday. They decided to have dinner at a great Mexican place way out in the Richmond, an area of the City between the north side of Golden Gate Park and the Presidio. Basically: really far away from me.
Since Mexican dinners usually involve copious amounts of Margaritas, I decided not to drive. I tried to take the 33 bus, which 511.org assured me would come at 6:35, and every 20 minutes thereafter. I left the house at 6:25, and got on the phone to chat with mom for 10 minutes. Make that 20 minutes. 30. 40. The bus simply did not come. WTF??? I was getting grumpier and grumpier and more and more frustrated. The public transit in this city is (excuse my French) for shit.
So, I headed a few blocks away for the 22. I saw it pull up, and ran as fast as I could, made it across the street, went up to the bus and… the driver would not open his doors. “Take the next bus,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for 50 minutes! Please let me on the bus!” He took off, and I just lost it. I kicked the fence a bunch of times, and a nice but smelly transient-sort came over and tried to make me feel better. The next bus actually came much sooner than the supposed every-20-minutes (thank God) and I settled in for another nauseating MUNI ride across the city.
Ashley had mentioned that Kris shaved her head recently, so I set out to finishing up a crochet beanie for her (a girl with a shaved head can’t have too many beanies.) It turned out really well, and Kris was thrilled with it. Here we are for a laughing birthday kiss on the cheek and Kris in her new beanie.
