n.b. I originally wrote this article back in June when we returned from San Francisco, but I had some issues with the image gallery

Last week Kim and I went to San Francisco for her old college friend Elizabeths (sing sing) wedding. We stayed in Milbrae, CA about a block from a BART station. We didn’t know it was that close to a station when we arrived at the airport. Kim couldn’t remember if we were staying at a Quality Inn or Quality Suites. So we tried to find their hotel shuttle, couldn’t find it. So she called “Quality Inn at the airport” and apparently got the Quality Inn down by Union Square or something who told her “We don’t have a shuttle, just grab one of the downtown SF shuttles.” We tried to find one of those, but the helpers by the shuttle bay kept telling us different places to go. Sheesh, so I finally just said “ok, where can we catch a cab?” “Downstairs”. Great, fine. A cab will take us right where we need to go. We get a cab and tell him “Quality Inn here at the airport” He says in a thick russian accent, “yeah, yeah sure Quality Inn.” . We get in his cab and off we go.

Ten minutes he pulls into the Holiday Inn by the airport. We explain that we wanted to go to QUALITY Inn and off we go again. Meter going “tick tick tick” the whole time. We get to Quality Inn and they tell us that we don’t have a reservation there. They call the other Quality Inn and Quality Inn Suites hotels in the area and find out we are at the Quality Inn Suites in Milbrae. Great, where’s that at? They end up sending over a limo to pick us up and take us there. Great, then we notice the BART station a block away and remember the BART station at the airport. We were only ten minutes by BART from our hotel and didn’t know it.

We get to the hotel and I decide that I want to take the BART to downtown SF and have a look around. We got out on Powell street and wandered around, Kim was on the cell phone trying to find us a ride out to the wedding in Belmont. Finally I decided I’d like to sample the local cusine and beer. We went into Lefty O’Douls and I ordered and Anchor Steam and got perhaps the best roast beef sandwich I’ve ever had. We ate, drank, listened to the piano player and his audience belt out some songs and then headed back to our room.

The wedding was nice. It was a catholic wedding so we were popping up and down like a whack-a-mole game. The funniest part for us was how everyone just jumped right into the ceremony with their cameras and video cameras. No shame, “with the ring, I thee wed.” “{clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick}”. Afterwards we went to a Chinese restaurant they had booked and had a nine course chinese dinner. They just kept bringing out food.