Breadstix for six minus one breadstick left JFK for San Francisco at 9:30am on Friday. Five and half hours, several coffees, some wine, some screwdrivers, a judgmental, French-speaking flight attendant, an EHarmony profile and 6 gossip magazines later, we arrived in San Francisco. We picked up our car, named her the PM and headed towards downtown. Michelle, Kelly and I went in search of cheese and non-vegan desserts to fortify ourselves during our mostly-vegan weekend. We went to the Ferry Terminal Market and looked out at the bay. We walked back the way we came, to avoid getting lost, avoided a Hanzel & Grettel-style fate and met Ga in Union Square to drink some more.
Lured by promises of free wine in the lobby, we headed back to the hotel. I met up with Rich-ay, one of the husband's groomsmen who lives in San Francisco. He bought me beer and gifted me with stories and gossip about my husband and his friends. Score two for Rachel!
We all got dollied/sluttied up and headed to Gracias Madre, a vegan-Mexican food joint in the Mission District. Here the adventures really began. There were special nametags, straws and a blinking pin for the bride-to-be. They were all in the same shape. A gold star to the reader who guesses what shape they were in! Joy, who sadly could not join us for the weekend, sent us pitchers of margaritas and sangria. We were joined by the last breadstick Lisa, the bride's sister and several of Ly's college pals. We had a merry 'ole time. My adventure stops there as I had to go interpret indemnity clauses back at the hotel while my pals went to karaoke.
At least I got a good night's sleep out of it! We needed it for the day ahead.......
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