Every now and then, it's good to get away from the men (and children) in your life, let them miss you a bit, and enjoy yourself at the same time.
One weekend, the Diva and I decided to trek up to San Francisco and paint the town Diva Red, number 63 on my Bucket List.
Crustaceans is my favorite Beverly Hills restaurant, but the original one is in San Francisco, so we made a beeline to it after we dropped our luggage off at the hotel. Now, the Crustaceans back home is very chi-chi, and has a river-like koi pond that wafts through the restaurant beneath a plexiglass floor, and will surely throw you off balance if you try to look at it while walking to your table. The Crustaceans in S.F. is a small cramped room with not even a 5-gallon aquarium, and the food isn't as tasty, either.
Across the street, though, we spotted a thrift store that boasted an affiliation with Magic Johnson called Out of the Closet. (Now, now. Quiet in the peanut gallery.) I bought a hat, as it had been raining ever since we got there.
We did a lot of shopping that weekend, but we also partook of the nightlife, strictly for educational purposes, of course.
Armed with fabulosity that evening, the first club we went to was a no-go. No music after 11 p.m., so we had to go. We walked around the corner to a great little jazz club where they had a Billie Holiday tribute trio. Loved it! Next stop was a club at the top of the Hyatt that had a 360 degree view of the city . . . AWEsome.
We woke up the next day to sunshine. WooHooooooo. We went to Chinatown, Fisherman's Wharf, and found an antique shop where I spent way too much money, but the Diva spent more. That is always my saving grace. I tell Sarge, "But the Diva spent more than I did." Somehow, he has no trouble believing that.
We ended our escapade at the best seafood restaurant in Frisco called Farallon. The decor was underwater city of Atlantis theme, and the food was out of this world, as well.
A befitting end to our fabulous weekend, and I thank God for a good -- no, a GREAT friend to share those memories with.
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