Hissyfit! (Blue Angels, Part II)
CONFESSION A: So, last we heard, the tomboy was getting on a fancy yacht and leaving the femme behind...can you see her up there, walking away? So sad. Sad and alone. (Don't listen for one second to that nonsense M commented about my slapping her...that was for something else and she knows it!)
CONFESSION B: As ever, all my silly pouting was for naught. Yesterday afternoon, I saw M off on her yacht and she had a good time - the food was great, she said, and not only did they serve champagne but she had her fair share of rum & cokes, too. As they made their way toward the Golden Gate Bridge, I trekked my ass (in heels and fancy hair, of course) from Pier 3 to Pier 39 in like 10 minutes flat, marched into the first fancy restaurant I saw and very sweetly asked for a seat over the water on the second story outside. I figured it was worth a (long) shot. To my utter surprise, I was gestured in right away and seated just in time for the show to start. It was such a gorgeous, cloudless day to be on the water. I ordered a very delicious rose petal gimlet with a float of champagne to make a DIY French 75 and some tasty lunch and got my camera ready to take some pics.
Those angels wrought glorious havoc over the bay and SF skyline and Golden Gate, and I had so much fun watching it. Excepting M's view, I couldn't have had a better one myself. They really are something else to watch. They flew so close that one colleague of M's almost dropped her drink in shock on the upper deck, as it tore past them. We texted each other back and forth like dorks, in total awe and, you know, because we missed each other. Like dorks.
And then it ended! Much too soon, but when I saw M's yacht heading back toward Pier 3, I closed out my bill, stopped downstairs for some hot baby donuts and cotton candy for the petite, and met M back by the Ferry Building, where we chattered about fighter jets and our meals and cocktails and took a bunch of FFAF photos. It was a perfectly imperfect Friday!
Oh, and I took the trolley back, but only because I didn't want the baby donuts to get cold! Clang-clang-clang!
I am so upset that I cannot get my nifty slideshow to work. I will keep at it and post as is for now. XO!