What a Weekend.

One thing I definitely remember about my life in the Bay Area is that I always had an extremely full social calendar. I’m not sure if it’s just the people I gravitate towards (and vice versa) or something in the water, but Bay Area people are hobby whores and more. They are incredibly social.

 

Isn’t there a saying about how the girls who are too busy having fun don’t have time to write about it in their diaries? While I can see the logic behind that, how could I not record something of my weekend?

 

Saturday morning, I took a fun and challenging step class at a fancy-schmancy gym in downtown SF with my sister Ahrie. I sweat up a storm, and really can’t remember the last time I’ve worked out so hard.

 

Later that same morning (and after a long wait for the 45 MUNI), I meet up with Kim’s goodbye entourage for brunch and strip tease dance class in the Marina. The strip tease/pole dancing class was more than I bargained for. I went in with an open mind, but was clear that I was attending purely because I wanted to be a part of Kim’s last hurrah in SF. What I didn’t count on was the confidence, sassiness, and empowerment I’d feel after the class was long finished. S-factor stripping classes are expensive, but so much fun.

 

The evening was a blur of beautifully presented food at Senses restaurant, Black Sabbath look-alikes a the ‘rock star’ party, fun dancing with old friends, and blues dancing with total strangers until 5 AM. Add a little Kettle One; add a little cranberry; and you can imagine how fun the evening was.

 

Sunday morning was brunch with Ahrie on 9^th avenue near Golden Gate Park. Then we explored a wonderfully expansive knitting store where I picked up needle holders in the shape of Red Sox (I couldn’t resist). We walked off our brunch with a jaunt to the top of Corona Heights, then buzzed over to the Mission for Vietnamese fare before heading out to the ocean bar RipTide for a show.

 

At RipTide, Ahrie’s friend Julia’s friend’s Joe’s sister sang with her band, “Cottontails.” I was surprised to see swing dancers that I’d met the previous evening. Meeting up with the dancers in the unexpected venue led to an invitation to Swig, a newish trendy bar near Union Square with a live jam/blues/funk band.

 

I just got in from all of that, and I’m exhausted. Tomorrow is a full day of work on EatWell’s assessment tool. If I have time, I’m going to try to trek over to the east bay (i.e. Berkeley), and poke around a little bit.

 

My shoulders are burning, and I’m ready for bed. Good night New York!