All kitted up

For Dublin on Saturday:

Yes, that is sellotape.

Frisco, redux

Coming back to San Francisco makes me think I should never have left it. Stepping out onto the street, I found the city basking in glorious sunshine. You can’t help but be happy here.

After dropping stuff to the hotel, I decided to go to one of the best places to eat ever - Pluto’s. San Francisco is the kind of place where you choose to walk this two miles rather than use the ridiculously good public transport (50c to anywhere!) because it’s just so damn enjoyable. Walking down Van Ness though, I realised that the city didn’t just become eclectic and awesome spontanously. It’s the people who live here who give it this vibe. With this realisation, I decided to contribute however I could. I took out my harmonica and harped away as I strolled towards Lombard. It feels like you’re in a movie as you peddle your blues while leaning against a lamppost, waiting to cross the street.

Went to Starbucks this morning. Americans really are funny with their coffee. Turned up at 8.30 - bad time to come. The guy in front of me ordered a quad venti - a drink with a quadruple shot of espresso. Shouldn’t you need a prescription for that? I then mistakenly took another guy’s drink and ended up with - I’m not joking - a tall non-fat hazelnut soy latte. I’m pretty sure there’s so much crap in there that they don’t bother actually adding any coffee. The lead story on my SF Chronicle was Americans bitching about $4 per gallon for gas. Poor things have obviously never been to Ireland ($7.50/gal) or Britain ($8.50/gal).

Speaking of price comparisons, everything seems so affordable with the current dollar rate. I’m going to encourage Tommy to invest in a house here with his Confirmation money.

Saturday project

A few days ago I bought a harmonica for all of 8 euro. Of course, the real way to play it is with the guitar (like this guy). So: