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three things of which i was reminded over the course of this past weekend's reunion of old friends:
(1) if you haul ass down lombard street fast-and-screechy enough, you earn a round of applause from the inevitable herd of camera-clicking japanese tourists at the bottom;
(2) whether from up close, far away or glimpsed unexpectedly over the rooftops, that goddam bridge is still among the most visually thrilling structures on earth;
(3) when compared to the true champions of the sport, my lame incipient ass is, for better or worse, still merely skittering along the bunny slopes of alcoholism.i wish i could elaborate on that last point, but unfortunately i've managed to fall into that ego trap where all anonymous confessional bloggers end up sooner or later: my old friends are now my readers.
i'll try to make the trip home more interesting.
2 comments:
San Francisco is a beautiful city. I have always said that. There is a rejoinder which is not much relevant here.
With friends like that, you can buy liquor by the case and save.
Alcoholism does not have to be an expensive undertaking. The key is to drink at home. Alone.
Rarely does anything on the Internet actually make me laugh out loud. Your third point did. I recommend staying away from the black diamond slopes, although all slopes still lead to apres ski and the lounge.
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