Bus Report #514
We got on a crowded 38 Geary and made our way to the back, where we sat by the door and chatted as we headed downtown.
The line at the Curran Theater didn't seem too bad. We waited behind a young couple who had a friend trying to get Wicked tickets (spoiler: he showed up a few minutes later, out of breath, Wicked-ticketless)and in front of a trio of friendly folks who were pretty desperate for tickets.
Rush tickets sold out incredibly fast, to the first fifteen or so people. But the other Rachel and I were there, were dressed for the theater, so we decided to go anyway and pay for the cheapest tickets we could get.
I won't keep you in suspense, the show was great, get thee to the Curran before the show leaves town in a couple of weeks. It was fun, it reminded me of East Coast summers, and who doesn't like a main character named Usnavi? Anyone? Anyone?
After the show, we drifted down Powell, to meet a girl about a suitcase, at a hotel (don't ask, it was actually very above-board.)
We ended up drinking in the hotel bar, since, you know, we were already dressed up.
And there was born the other Rachel's newest blog-endeavor: So this girl walks into a bar...
(FYI - I guess Rach is going by Sam these days, as in play it again, so going forward, let's call her Sam.)
She has no posts yet, but soon, very soon, you'll be able to follow us as we drink our way (responsibly) through some of San Francisco's best (and worst) hotel bars.
Later, after a couple of cocktails and some lovely snacks, I ran down Powell to catch a 21 Hayes up to Hayes Valley to meet up with the Teacher's Pet.
The bus wasn't crowded, but a couple of out-of-towners stood in the middle of the bus and no amount of pushing or yelling seemed to get them to move on back.
It didn't bother me, though. Such a perfect day, nothing was going to bother me.