Sunday morning we lingered in bed. I told you I had looked awfully good in my tight leather pants.
That afternoon we drove over to Alameda to the Forbidden Island Tiki Lounge, which was hosting a parking lot sale from 3 to 7 featuring vintage clothing, Hawaiiana, tiki statues, bamboo furniture, and other related art, crafts and cool stuff. I ended up getting three great Hawaiian shirts. After we’d made the rounds of the vendors, we went inside where we sat at the bar, ate happy hour half-price fish and chips and sweet potato fries, sampled the huge and exotic drinks (I went for the Macadamia Nut Chi Chi, while Jeff enjoyed a Neptune’s Garden), and generally took in the ambiance and the hip-ish crowd.
It was lots of fun; I just wish the bar were a little easier to get to from Daly City. And, given the complicated drink recipes, and how long it takes to make each one, I can’t imagine how it would be on a crowded weekend evening; Sunday afternoon it already nearly was at my limit of tolerance for crowdedness and wait time for ordering and receiving drinks and food. I did have a good time, though, and it was nice to get out of Daly City for the day: Jeff noted how it felt like we were on vacation, especially given the decor, music and relaxed atmosphere. One expected to walk out of the front door onto a boardwalk along the beach or onto a balcony above the surf, rather than onto a fairly nondescript suburban block.
And the weather’s been absolutely fantastic, even in Daly City. We’re experiencing Indian Summer now, which for San Francisco is more like “summer” than actual meteorological summer is. After three months of mostly fog and temperatures in the 50s and 60s, the past week has remained largely sunny and clear while temperatures even have climbed to the low to mid-70s. I wish it could be like this here all the time. I love this time of year.