July 19, 2009

My How Time Flies When You Are Having Fun, Part 3






It's Sunday July 5 and the drive today was much longer than we anticipated. We left Reno early, with the hope of arriving in San Francisco around lunch time. We did take a detour to check out Lake Tahoe. What a beautiful place. We didn't stay long. Took a few photos and hit the road. Tahoe is a place I'd like to visit again.



There was a lot of traffic on the highway. We took several photos of the city as we arrived. We were finally here. As we crossed a toll bridge into the city it looked like San Francisco was opening its arms to welcome Lauren. It was a beautiful day, and the view in both directions from the bridge was amazing. We could sense the excitement of big city life.



Checked into my hotel at 2:30 and went to lunch. Next stop, Lauren's apartment. Lauren and her Mom did a great job choosing this place. The location was great. Two blocks from the hotel I was staying at, but more importantly, just a fifteen minute walk to work, and less than that to some of the greatest shopping in the world! Union Square was impressive. The apartment was perfect. Wood floors, lots of windows, great view of the city, and very friendly apartment managers, made this place a keeper. Several hours later the truck was empty, the apartment was overflowing with boxes and we needed to find a place to park a slightly large truck overnight. The hotel wanted $125 a night. We found a lot that took $40. At any price, I was glad to be out of the truck for the night.





We had dinner at a place my Aunt Linda suggested. Le Colonial, was very good, but we didn't linger. Even though we were exhausted, we both wanted to get back to the apartment and get something accomplished tonight. Lauren started loading clothes into the closet and I put together the bed frame, piled on the box springs and mattress, and did my best to cover it up so that over-achieving Izzy would not claw it to death. It was midnight and we were ready to sleep!

On Monday I woke up early to get some exercise. Lauren was tired so I let her sleep and we didn't get out of the hotel for breakfast until after 9:00. After breakfast we retrieved the truck and began maneuvering the streets of San Francisco. Not an easy task I might add. Lauren's iPhone with GPS got us everywhere we wanted to go. First stop was a store Lauren found online. We were looking for a kitchen table and chairs and we found just what she wanted on our first stop. Must have been fate. The table and chairs were black and fit perfectly into Lauren's black, white and red motif.

Four hours and three grocery baskets later, we left Target. Good thing we still had the truck. She needed a lot of stuff. We got a microwave, a bookcase (for me to put together), sheets, a comforter, a rug, and many many other items. It was kind of embarrassing when American Express got nervous about the out of state charge and declined the purchase. A quick phone call and we high-tailed it out of there. Next stop was to drop this stuff off at the apartment and then unload the truck! I couldn't wait to get rid of that thing. 1328 miles later, I couldn't have been happier to not have to park that baby one more time.

After we returned the truck we hopped on the Muni, went back to the hotel to get cleaned up and headed out for a seafood dinner. The hotel recommended this place. Lauren and I were the youngest people in the place by about 30 years and the food was very average. Oh well, we found a place we didn't have to return to. It was a good lesson!


After dinner, Lauren continued her work in the closet and washed the sheets so I could make the bed after I put the bookcase together. Once the bed was made we finally felt like we had fully completed one of the several hundred tasks still left to do. It was after 11:00 and we were both very tired. We called it a night, thinking there was still much to be done tomorrow. Two more days then I had to leave.
 
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