Rainbow Return

Tuesday, Feb. 24, 2009 - 12:09 a.m.

On Monday, John and I returned to San Francisco.

And not a moment too soon.

It was lovely to see my old digs -- at least what was left of them -- but San Francisco feels more like home now.

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We'd set our alarm for eight-thirty, but at six in the goddamned morning, some guy staying at the Mo 6 stepped out of his room, stood just outside of ours, and conducted the World's Loudest Cell Phone Conversation in a foreign language that happened to be full of lots and lots of exclamations that rose and fell.

I couldn't identify the specific dialect, but my owl-eyed extremely crabby husband nicknamed him 'Screaming Naboo.'

After about five minutes of this cacophony, John yanked his blankets back, pulled his pajama pants on, stomped over and flang our room door open and said "Hey! Go scream into your cell phone somewhere else, you DUMB FUCK!"

And the guy vaporized. We tried to crawl back into bed and sleep, but it was useless. So we packed instead and were on the road about thirty minutes before we'd planned.

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The room itself was a disaster. There weren't even enough channels to have been on the standard local cable. There was no FOX, no Oscar coverage, no entertainment channels of ANY kind; the nasty little man running the place was completely unhospitable and miserly, and the carpet was so filthy we had to wear shoes everywhere but in the bed.

John is gonna write a letter to corporate to let them know we were displeased.

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Things picked up after we were on the road.

Breakfast at Denny's in Marysville was amazing. We were seated and had placed our order by nine in the morning and had our food less than ten minutes later.

Everything was okay, except I think my biscuit may have had a birthday under the bright lights because it was a little crumbly, but the butter softened it right up.

We boiled through there in just around thirty minutes and were on the road again right around half past nine.

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Just south of town, we saw this:

and it set the tone for the rest of the drive back to San Francisco.

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We made excellent time, and despite intermittent rain, we got back to town and up the stairs by twelve thirty in the afternoon.

I laid down and went to sleep. My nap turned into something else, as I slept from two until eight at night.

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When I woke up, I discovered that John had ordered us a pizza for dinner, and that the mail carrier had come and gone.

The hair coloring and cosmetic travel bags I'd ordered for my trip had finally arrived.

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Anyway, that's how we spent our Monday. John heads back to work today, with leftover pizza for lunch because we didn't go to the grocery store on the way home.

That's it! Have a good Tuesday.

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