not san fran
arriving in san francisco was strange for me: after six months this was it, the last stop. however our constant plans to do and see stuff meant i couldn't really linger on this for too long, so ignoring the bizarre sensation of being a few days from home, we set off to get the cable car and do our izzard homage, going down, down to alcatraz. no sign of freddy dingo, but plenty of bemused looks all round. alcatraz was interesting enough, but i have to admit it was more the izzard angle that motivated me.this spate of televisual references continued throughout the day as we went for lunch at the in'n'out burger (the big lebowski... i know i should have gone to the one in hollywood, but hey) before going for a pint in hooters (wayne's world). hooters is a testament to tacky crap, a bar where unbelievably scantily clad, but not hugely attractive, girls serve beer and generally wiggle in the right places in an attempt to score huge tips: safe in the knowledge that we had insufficient funds to be hit by this too hard, floydie and i went in to be seated and served by the lovely annie. unfortunately she got things all wrong: rather then lavisciously making us believe we had a chance of seducing her by giving her a big tip, she saw my cambodia t shirt and immediately went off on a monologue about how she wanted to travel round se asia. she was actually quite good value, talked non stop, largely about her boyfriend (are they supposed to do that?) and generally was good company (certainly for a travel bore like me who will happily drone on about the places i've been too) rather than providing the flirtatious hooters experience we were expecting. i would have felt bad about our relatively (15%! the us is crazy) measly tip had it not been for the fact that she had confided that on weekends they expect to make $500 a night just in tips... i would kill to be an attractive lady.
the last days just flew by, spending a civilzed evening with my cousins for some good adda, and generally roaming the streets. and then the time had come... i went to the airport for the last time, checked in for the last time, had my shoes checked in for the last time, and generally had to deal with the realities of life that were fast approaching: cold weather and the real world, here i come.
posted by bicrom @ 3:29 pm
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