Taking a day off from life.

[louis33705]

That was yesterday Louis I stayed home and admired some of the beauty's on this site and one or to others.It was nice.
Back to realty today Like us all..Cleaning.Laundry.Clean the cat box Back to life.It is so cool and foggy here in San Francisco you would have to be a real nut to go to the beach.Guess I should go.
Summer in the City. You can't even see the beach.LOL Even made the gym. Good to take a day off
from life once in awhile. xoxo

Speaking of San Francisco, I do have a couple of little stories to tell. The first time I visited your fine city I was there for a work conference. The conference lasted five days but I stayed on another five to capture the sights and culture. One day I packed about 6 beers in my back pack and headed down the Hill to the beach. I walked down a trail and admired the beach and the waters before me. I sat on the beach, had a couple of beers when I noticed fog coming in. Before I knew it I was engulfed in fog. In a semi panic I grabbed my pack but could not find the trail back up the cliff. Eventually I did see a clearing and managed to get back up to the top.

On another day I headed out to the Wharf. Walked up and down, eating shrimp out of cones. I stopped at a couple of pubs and mingled with the customers. When it got dark I stopped at Ghiradelli Square. There was a fondue restaurant there serving food with a live band playing folk music. I ate, drank beer and again mingled with the patrons. I left close to midnight when I heard a clanging of bells and a man announcing it was the last ride up the Hill. I ran and jumped into the cable car. Inside was a husky black man at the controls. Aside from me and the driver there was a young couple seated at the rear of the car. I sat in one of the side seats in the middle. Not one to just sit still and say nothing, I started up a conversation with the young couple. They said they were on their honeymoon. Suddenly the young groom pulled out a bottle of Southern Comfort and offered me a drink to celebrate their wedding. Who was I to refuse. I took a swig, got up and offered some to the operator. He said, "Sure, this is my last run so what the hell." He took a big gulp, pulled back the handle, we clamped on to the cable and up we were going. While we ascended to the top the couple and I keep passing the bottle of whiskey between us. Half way up the attendant started singing in a deep base voice the song, "Old Man River!" I went back to San Francisco a couple more times, but the first was my most memorable.


johnny, I love your city.

Louis

 

[johnny]

Speaking of San Francisco, I do have a couple of little stories to tell. The first time I visited your fine city I was there for a work conference. The conference lasted five days but I stayed on another five to capture the sights and culture. One day I packed about 6 beers in my back pack and headed down the Hill to the beach. I walked down a trail and admired the beach and the waters before me. I sat on the beach, had a couple of beers when I noticed fog coming in. Before I knew it I was engulfed in fog. In a semi panic I grabbed my pack but could not find the trail back up the cliff. Eventually I did see a clearing and managed to get back up to the top.

On another day I headed out to the Wharf. Walked up and down, eating shrimp out of cones. I stopped at a couple of pubs and mingled with the customers. When it got dark I stopped at Ghiradelli Square. There was a fondue restaurant there serving food with a live band playing folk music. I ate, drank beer and again mingled with the patrons. I left close to midnight when I heard a clanging of bells and a man announcing it was the last ride up the Hill. I ran and jumped into the cable car. Inside was a husky black man at the controls. Aside from me and the driver there was a young couple seated at the rear of the car. I sat in one of the side seats in the middle. Not one to just sit still and say nothing, I started up a conversation with the young couple. They said they were on their honeymoon. Suddenly the young groom pulled out a bottle of Southern Comfort and offered me a drink to celebrate their wedding. Who was I to refuse. I took a swig, got up and offered some to the operator. He said, "Sure, this is my last run so what the hell." He took a big gulp, pulled back the handle, we clamped on to the cable and up we were going. While we ascended to the top the couple and I keep passing the bottle of whiskey between us. Half way up the attendant started singing in a deep base voice the song, "Old Man River!" I went back to San Francisco a couple more times, but the first was my most memorable.


johnny, I love your city.

Louis

Thanks Louis
I love it too.Born and raised here.It was and is a great place to be from.Being young and gay. It was some party.
Of coarse all good things come to a end.Someday I'll tell you my story.But it was a big candy store of men.
Glad you enjoyed it.No place like it.Hope you get to visit again some time.
xo johnny