BASEBALL GAME
Well, I may not know how many players should have been on the baseball field at one time, or who the pitcher was, or even what league the Giants play in...but I did manage to find my way to the stadium to watch the game.

Except it was the 5th inning by the time we finally got there.

That aside, the game was an awful lot of fun. I find ball games to be terribly boring to watch on TV, but live, they are a lot more entertaining. And I had the famous garlic fries for dinner....mashed garlic and parsley on half-cooked fries that cost more than my last bra did. Good thing no one was around to kiss me later, because my breath was N-A-S-T-Y.

We bought our seats at the last minute (....as the 4th inning was ending I think.....) but they turned out to be pretty decent.

Erick, Shelly and I, post-garlic fries ingestion. Notice how far away they're leaning?!?

I *think* this is Barry Bonds...but how in the world would I really know....? People seemed to cheer louder when he was at bat...so odds are, it was him :)

ASIA SF

On a random Thurs we made our way downtown to Asia SF. If you haven't heard of this place, it's a fantastic little restaurant staffed entirely by transsexuals and tranvestites. Yes. You read that correctly. So, the question that next comes to mind is: why?

Well....why not?

Anyway, the restaurant is tiny and crowded and dominated by an enormous runway that cuts the restaurant in half. This is where the ladies of Asia SF perform their nightly shows. And perform they did! They danced and strutted and lip-synched their way through the night. Without a doubt, these women are more female than I could EVER hope to be. They put me and my makeup and my weak sense of fashion completely to shame.

This is Jasmine, the unofficial hostess and one of the most popular ladies in the place. She stopped by our table several times just to talk and see how our night was going. And when she performed....talk about stage presence.

Kendrah, Marti, myself and Katie. Marti & Katie are friends who are also traveling together. I met them when they started work in the ER. And if I wasn't heading home next week, I'd be making my way to Vegas with them for some fun (and never to be talked about again) adventures.

I can't remember her name...but what a fantastic body!

Welcome to the .....? strip ?..... show

MY FIRST CANADIAN VISITOR

For Easter Weekend, Ryan came to visit from Ontario. Lucky me, for sure! The visit was too short on time, but more fun than I could have hoped to have in only 3 1/2 days.

The first day, I had planned on taking Ryan to see the Golden Gate Bridge. It's located to the north of the city, away from the downtown and the chaos of the tourist traps...even though it's totally a tourist trap itself, of course. So, being brave and probably a bit foolish, I decided to drive and navigate at the same time. Reminder to self: this is not a good idea.

I missed the exit.

Twice.

So, after determining that I was unable to read a map while staying in my own lane, I decided to trust my (somewhat dubious) instincts and wing it. We wound up in Fisherman's Wharf. Which, with the exception of being in the same city, isn't anywhere close to the Golden Gate. At all. Regardless, we lucked out and found some free parking in the little lot near the Trolley drop-off point.

We spent the afternoon walking and exploring the shops and restaurants along the Wharf. I introduced Ryan to the fresh crabs available from the vendors there. Now he's hooked. In fact, we both enjoyed it so much, we went back the next day for another one.

This guy was one of the most entertaining vendors on the street. As soon as he saw me take my camera out, he yelled "Want a picture? I like pictures". Hmm...think that's obvious from the grin on his face.

On the way back to the car, we happened to find a small wax museum. Do you recognize who these two are?

The second day we were in San Francisco, I took Ryan to the Golden Gate Bridge. Yes, I got it right this time. Plus, Ryan drove, and I read the map. Contrary to what you're probably thinking, I AM able to navigate quite well. Just not while simultaneously negotiating a six lane highway filled with some of the weirdest drivers I've ever encountered.

Even though it was overcast, the rain held off for the entire time we were in the city. Talk about luck, as it's been the rainiest winter on record around here.

I took Ryan into Chinatown and back to the tea house I'd discovered on an earlier visit. As soon as one of the servers heard me laugh, he remembered me from the last visit. Guess it's a pretty distinctive cackle, huh? Ryan and I found some more teas we enjoyed and he ended up bringing back both Blue and Lychee tea to Canada.

Driving down Lombard Street -the "crooked-est street in the world". It was pretty cool, I've got to admit.