Sam Francisco Stories [2]
Last night we got a dressed up (lil bit, lil bit). Ok, we wore shirts with collars and buttons. We went out to North Beach and ate at my favorite restaurant on the planet, Caffe Sport (there's an accent in there somewhere, but I can't be bothered looking up the HTML for it. oh well). Which, in hindsight, was probably not the best choice, seeing that Sam doesn't eat seafood or mushrooms, and seeing that all the food there, amazingly delicious as it is, is just a vehicle for garlic.
Speaking of hindsight, we ended up at the Loading Dock last night. This was after having walked around North Beach for a while, then spending a few very cold minutes looking out at San Francisco from atop Twin Peaks. It was a strange feeling, being at the Loading Dock, because I had never been there before. I've lived in San Francisco for over 10 years, and still hadn't been there. And I was there with Sam, so honestly, it felt like we were visiting another city entirely. But we ran into my friends Bruce & Raf, and Geoff, the sissy decorator, and later, one of my best friends in the whole world, Steve.
Sam had a nice necklace on, but for some reason, buttoned up his shirt too far to see it. So maybe that part of the 1970s is dead, but I assure you, lots of what made the 70s the 70s is alive and well in dark corners and dark rooms in San Francisco. Praise Jebus!
We did stop at the Lone Star afterwards so that one of Sam's big groupies could meet him. It was interesting to see Sam bask in it. The boy's got it goin' on.
What a fuckin' great time. I could live this weekend forever.