Oakland = O.o = Yikes.
San Fransisco, thus far, seems like a mini- Manhattan, with a distinctly noisy concentration of crazy people. And I'm not talking crazy like mildly, facial tics crazy, I'm talking about shouting-curses-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-w
I'm not kidding.
I, who admire crazy people on the whole, and the bravery that those folks have just for getting up in the morning and being them, decided to move to the other side of my six foot four, three inch husband to use him as a shield to deflect some of the unwanted lunacy.
Other than that, I love this town. It's kind of granola - the girls here could use a little hairspray and Mary Kay, but I DO love it. And I kind of love the crazy, too, in a wary, 'I'd like to watch it through bulletproof glass,' sort of way.
What the hell is a churro? I didn't get one last night because I was sure it wasn't part of my diet food plan, but I was intrigued. Very much so.
Lat night we went to see the Oakland A's play - they lost. And for a woman who loves baseball and all that goes with it, I have to say that the Oakland stadium? Kind of a hole, no offense to anyone who lives there. If you're charging $8.25 for a pint of Guinness, I'm thinking maybe you have enough cash to spruce up the place a little, is all I'm saying. We had seats behind home plate, and although it wasn't nearly as nice as The Ballpark in Arlington or Coors Field, we had fun. (Though Nolan and I could have fun in the middle of nowhere with only a stick, a rock, and a hoop for entertainment.)
There are crazy people in Oakland, too, FYI. I just don't have the time to discuss it here. But they aren't nearly as interesting as the ones in San Fransisco.
Now, however, I'm off for a fun day of exploring the city! HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!