Day 14 - Jazz Festival and More

Date 7/3

Weather: Sunny

Expense
$3 bus
$681 for the trip

Mileage: 0 today, 3,138 for the trip

Beer: 3 (1 mimosa, 2 beer) today, 15 for the trip

Pictures: homepage.mac.com/cenya/PhotoAlbum52.html

I slept on the floor, as I did not want to sleep on my sis’s air mattress. I felt fine except for the mildly sore ass. I thought I should start using my sleeping bag. Since the paid parking last night was good for twelve hours, we had to move it in the morning. My sis wanted to go grocery shopping. I then obliged. I walked over and got the car.

To the nearest Trader Joe, we went. It was quite a bit larger than ones I am used to in Arizona. They even served samples a la Costco. I think my sis tasted crepe with raspberry, I am not sure. My sis seemed to be a little organic-hipster. I am pretty sure, because she picked organic strawberry over regular ones. My sis suggested making mimosa this morning and who am I to disagree! We picked up a bottle of sparkly and orange juice. The cashier was quite a hottie! It is always good to interact with attractive people even for just a short time.

I enjoyed eating scrambled eggs, little pan-cooked potatoes, and mimosa. I promptly thanked my sis for cooking, hospitality, etc. It was a nice lazy Sunday morning.

My sister said there is a street jazz festival on Fillmore Street. We decided to go check it out. We got on a Muni, which is what a bus is called in SF, from Geary. There were so many people already on it. I mean like a sardine can. I like the imagery. We got off as soon as we cleared the uphill portion of the ride and walked over to the festival.

Ahhh, the smell of street fair! There was an odor of cooked meat in the air. I saw so much food of diverse kinds. I was duly impressed. Good thing, we ate before we came, or we would have been eating the whole time.

What street fair would be complete without free stuff? We got in line to get free soy ice cream. I have to say, “Sometimes you get what you pay for!” Soy cream was not soy good.

We were watching swing dancers when I heard, “Jae.” It was an unfamiliar voice. I thought, ‘Funny, I don’t know people in SF.’ I turned around and found a very familiar face. It was Katie Horton. I am not sure we hugged hello, but it was weird seeing her. You know, it is a small world. Katie was with a friend. I forgot her name. (Note to self: work on remembering names!)
I was a little embarrassed to see her. My facial hair is just an ugly sight because I have not shaven in two weeks and they grow without direction. I introduced my sister to her and Katie did with her friend. We chatted very briefly. It was really good to see Katie, but we parted as they were going another direction.

We looked at swing dancers, listened to jazz bands, shopped around, and came home. It was good times. We moped around the house after getting back. We phoned my dear high school friend, Garrick, to plan the next day. I am glad he decided to come up for the fourth fireworks.

My sis and I waited for her boyfriend, Capm, to go to dinner. Since I showed up early to SF, my sis’ plan may be changed now. We talked about Capm riding his motorcycle from Sacramento. When Capm showed up, we shook hands and all that courtesy stuff. Since Capm and I have only my sister in common, it was natural we made fun of her some.

We all were pretty hungry and went out to a Korean restaurant. My sis and I ordered one spicy noodle soup with seafood and one noodle with black bean sauce. They are something we remember as our favorites. Of course, they never live up to your memory. Capm ordered stir fried bean pods. I hope he liked it.

We went to Thirsty Bear for our nightcap. I had one ESB and one IPA. I think my sis had a manhattan. Capm had a couple of beer also. It was good times.