My dreamboat husbo and I live quite a blessed life. We get to travel quite a bit and the bulk of our travel is because we are doing what we love: performing. The thing is, we do not often travel together. And, let’s face it, when you do travel for work - even when work is mostly fun - your time and itinerary are not often your own. This year marks some changes in the Hanson/Ryder household and in order to celebrate and commemorate, we wanted to get away together. So, we buckled down, set aside some days to get away, cashed in some frequent flyer miles and used money set aside to take a fun vacation together, just the two of us, no work obligations, no family obligations, no huge agenda and just have fun. And have fun we did! In San Francisco, California! A cab picked us up at our apartment here in Chicago at 5:30 IN THE MORNING last Friday. We went to O’Hare and sat next to each other on the plane to Seattle, Washington. Look at how awake and alert we are so early in the morning!
We cashed in some frequent flyer miles through American, I believe, but ended up flying this from ORD to SEA to SFO.
We did not rent a car in San Francisco. That would be an unneccessary expense. We are savvy city dwellers and Tim is a master at figuring out how to get everywhere - with the help of his trusty Google Maps App so we bought some passes for the BART (train out of the airport) and took that from the airport into downtown SFO.
These beasts have seen a lot of airports in their time. Both of the big suitcases are now falling apart - notice the duct tape on the handle of the one on the left and how certain pockets no longer zip up on the left one - but doggone it, they’ve lived! The next step for us is probably getting another set of luggage. Maybe not from Target next time?
By the time we got off of the train, dragged our big suitcases around a few blocks to find a cab to take us the rest of the way to our hotel and checked in, we were kind of zombies. We had been up since 4:30 that morning, neither of us slept that well the night before in anticipation of our big vacation and early morning, and we had been traveling fairly constantly for about twelve hours, we decided to just stroll around Fisherman’s Wharf (our hotel was near there) and have an early dinner. It was lovely.
We found an Italian place near the water that was not filled up with tourists. You know we split a bottle of California wine! This was our view during dinner. Not too shabby…
After dinner, we strolled down Pier 45 and found a place that a friend had recommended we check out. It’s called Musee Mecanique. It is a trippy, kinda creepy yet intriguing little penny arcade type place. All of the machines are around 100 years old. You know, games that all children love and are not at all afraid of and totally ‘age-appropriate’ like:
So happy, right? (HORRIFYING.) We explored Pier 45 a little more:
That right there is Alcatraz. Yes sir eeeeee.
I decided to recreate Americana: if Rosie the Riveter had the face of a complete dumb-ass, this is what she would look like.
We strolled through Fisherman’s Wharf, which is cool. We noticed a few things - it’s basically Navy Pier but with much more huge, disgusting sea gulls. The sea gulls in San Francisco are humongous. If you know me, you know that I effing hate birds. I hate them so much. They are mean, they will peck at your head and try to take your eyes out of your sockets. I hate them. These bastards are like a good two feet tall in San Francisco. No exaggeration. And at least 25 pounds each. They are huge and horrible. And everywhere. Tim had to guard me from a lot of them. Uff da.
But we did stumble upon this delightful street band who played such delights as Olivia Newton John’s ‘Xanadu’, David Bowie’s ‘Man Who Sold the World’ and Electric Light Orchestra’s ‘Livin’ Thing’. I mean, come on! That’s a heck of a cool street band!
The smell of wharf was heavy, our eye lids were heavy… we went to Walgreen’s to stock up on water, granola bars, Sun Chips, orange juice and Diet Coke for our hotel room and call it an early evening. Our internal clocks had not yet gained the two hours that the new time zone had given to us. We headed back to the room to watch hotel cable (HGTV)! and get to bed so we could be Tourists Extraordinaire on Saturday!