Today I experienced city living the likes of which I don't think I'd ever really believed I personally would experience. (I mean, I'd always hoped, but until it actually happens, it's just a dream.... I suspect there's a deep philosophical underpinning behind that statement, but I think I'll wait to investigate that one :) Anyway, we took Bart downtown to spend some leftover Crate and Barrel gift cards from our wedding (thanks Jack and Joyce Sullivan!) now that we actually have a house to fill. That alone was a thrill (though how is it possible that a Bart ticket downtown costs less than a Muni bus trip? Something's amiss...). The real fun, however, was on the way back. We were exhausted and really eager to get home to relax, but as we passed Cha Cha Cha's on Mission, I said something I think I've only seen in movies and TV shows like Ally McBeal.
"Wanna stop here for a drink?"
Nick was a little skeptical at first but acquiesced. We stepped inside and were the only ones at the bar. The place was generally quiet but had an air of preparation, a popular bar bracing itself for a busy night. I asked the bartender why he was wearing one latex glove. He explained, perhaps a bit over-explicitly, that he was about to cut up a bunch of lemons and limes, and that such an activity can be rather painful if you have a hangnail. As we sipped our sangria, the place slowly began filling up with its dinner crowd of hipster revelers. Then, just when things were getting busy and the list for a table was growing by the minute (by now it's probably a half hour wait at least), we headed on home to our fabulous new nest....
I don't know why it's so much more exciting to go to a neighborhood bar as a homeowner, but today it really was. Salud!