Monday, October 13, 2003

san francisco

I went to San Francisco this weekend, which happened to be the same time the Blue Angels were there showing off. It all came about in a dumb way, actually. My mother is in Chicago for some odd reason, and my dad had to go to SF to get credits at a confrence or something like that. Anyway, they (naturally) don't trust me home alone for more than a day at a time, so they decided to drag me down to the city. It was actually more like a fun trip for me. I mean, I drove down with Stassia in a separate car from my dad, parked in Concord, took BART in to the city, and met my dad there. We spent the rest of the day together (it was 5 ish already), but then on Sunday, I never even saw him. Took BART into the city again, and spent the day at pier 39/Fisherman's Wharf where Stassia and I watched the Blue Angels from our vantage point at the end of a dock. It was spectacular: watching them fly upside-down over the bay seemingly inches from your nose then go straight up for a few thousand feet and whatnot. Plus they fly (or so I read) 36 inches wingtip to wingtip, without oxygen when they do their massive formations. The above picture is about what we saw to the left from where we were standing, with Alcatraz directly in front of us.
And then the bush man. But let's not go there.
Or the guy juggling fire on an 8-foot unicycle.
But let's not go there :)