Day 4:
Walking. Tons of walking. Fink-Nottle went back to work, which meant that Frijole and I were free to drag each other around Union Square and do some serious shopping. Which meant I made love with H&M. We stopped in a million other stores, names of most I don't know. H&M is where I found the motherload of good stuff, and walked out with 5 shirts and a necklace. Please understand, H&M does not exist in Texas. There's probably a law banning it. Just like anal sex (before 2003).
We visited many shoe stores, but still cannot find a pair of brown boots that don't make me look like I'm trying to smuggle oranges in the back of them. I have the skinniest calves ever. Or as a close friend likes to point out, that I have no calves. I just have a tibia and fibula, nothing else. No muscle, not fat. Just bone.
We had some tasty Italian food at some place (name already forgotten, but I pigged out on spaghetti carbonara). After some more shopping, we snuck in to the The Westin St. Francis, and rode up and down their glass elevators. It was a bit of a bummer that actual guests kept riding with us--it hampered my picture taking a bit. Here are a sample of what San Francisco looked like late in the day on day 4:
We soundly slept that night due to all that walking.
Day 5:
Last day. Sad. Frijole and I took our time getting dressed. Nice and lazy. She watched some General Hospital and I asked a lot of questions. Soaps are so confusing!
Google Day! Our original plan was to take the bus to the Caltrain station, but it ended up that the bus we were going to take was terminating its route early. So we had to take a taxi to make the train on time.
Here is where we waited for the train:
This is what the train looked like on the inside--we sat on the upper deck in the back of a car:
In case of an emergency:
A fast-moving RAIN:
The Millbrae station is so lovely:
Fink-Nottle picked us up at the Mountain View Station. Then we entered the world of Google. Frijole felt she could see how the future could be. She is heavily involved with socialism, and this was a peek of what it could be like after The Revolution. Of course I say that with some facetiousness, but seriously, all that food and entertainment for ALL!
Seriously, at "The Lunchbox" (where we ate), this is what we listened to some crappy music through:
Go ahead, check out what was on the wall (I apologize that it is a bit hard to see--I was sort of embarrassed to be at Google taking pictures, like I was that seriously uncool girl of the day):
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Not only do they provide the most food I have ever seen in one place, and it provided free to Google employees AND their guests, they even want to know how you felt about your dining experience:
Then, seriously, right fucking next to the cafeteria is a break room with food for the taking. Not just free coffee, but like 6 flavors of syrup. Free cereal. Free sodas and teas and fancy water in a bottle. There were chips and animal crackers (I took some animal crackers for the road).
Then, what Frijole really felt was the culmination of all that is Google, something that has permanently changed her life: heated toilet seats. Seriously. Sadly, my toilet seat was not warm, just room temperature, but I went and felt hers, and it was warm indeed. Then, just to add to the magic, there was this:
However, Google failed me. These little gadgets did NOT work. I was totally ready for a rear and front cleansing. I was going to go for a bit of a fluff dry, and see what the wand cleaning was all about. But no, none of them were hooked up in the ladies' room. Fink-Nottle admitted to never using them, but advised he had other people using them. Imagine, sitting there listening to someone enjoying a rear cleansing.
After all the excitement, I was driven to the airport. Took one hour to get through security, and then an hour plus wait for the plane. I used that time and all of the plane ride to write for NaNoWriMo. I'm still behind but not by much. Go me.
And thus ends my San Francisco trip.
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