Wednesday: We planned on leaving by 9am, but of course, that didn't happen. We ended up leaving a little before noon. It was an agonizingly long drive and because of my child-like bladder, we had to stop at almost every rest area. Oops. Anyway, 5 hours later, we make it to SF! That's when I started getting a wee bit panicky. I can't handle traffic. After getting lost a few times, we found the hotel/hostel, which was located in the GHEETTOOOOOOO. Yeah. On a tiny side-street. We were already a little wary of the place due to reviews we read, but it honestly wasn't too bad. I mean, I wouldn't walk around there alone..but you get the picture. After settling in, we got ready to go out on the town. I even wore heels! KC wore heels for about 10 minutes then stuck them in her purse and wore flip flops the rest of the time. We caught a cab down to Pier 39, and wandered around a bit, stopping in this tiny "Treasure Ireland" shop (see what they did there?!). While I was there, I finally got a new Claddagh ring and the nice Irish man told us that if we're not taken or married by the end of the year, he'd give us a full refund. Now, I'm not so sure about this. I mean..either get married or get money. Ooohh but if I get married that means I get my husband's money. And his...AHH BACK ON TOPIC, NOW. We got done in that shop, and went to go eat at Bubba Gump's because I hadn't eaten in like, 3 hours and I felt like I was DYING. We even tweeted a certain band to come join us and we'd treat them to dinner, but I guess Twitter hates us because they never even got the tweets. Oh well, after dinner we walked around for a long while, and remember now I'm still in heels, so by this time, my feet feel like they're going to fall off. KC took pity on me and we found a Denny's that was IN A HOTEL. WHAT?! This was new to me and I was excited about it. We sat there for almost 3 hours and I had probably 8 or 900 cups of coffee and we played M*A*S*H* on my phone. It took us back to our elementary school days. Ahh, such a long time ago. Eventually we decided we should probably go back to the hotel due to an early morning wake up the next day. It was 1am when we got back. I took a shower at 1am and made KC sit outside the door because I was terrified. The shower sucked.
Thursday: Woke up at the ungodly hour of 7am to the sound of All Time Low screaming from across the room (my alarm, not the actual band. if it were the actual band i'd probably cry because I can be quite cranky in the mornings). We had to be out by 8 because that's when my parking ran out, so off we went to tuck my little truck into an overnight parking garage until we left on Friday. After walking a few blocks and having no luck finding a cab, KC decides we should walk back to the Denny's we found last night. This Denny's is TWO MILES AWAY. All uphill. And it was snowing. And I was barefoot. Not really, I had opted for regular shoes today. And it wasn't snowing either; the weather was actually really beautiful! So we walk, walk, walk, and walk. Eventually find our destination and by the time we get there, I just want to crawl inside and drink four pots of coffee. But that would have gotten me kicked out. So I didn't do that. After breakfast, we walked around a bit, but ended up back outside the Denny's because they had chairs and tables outside.. plus we had run out of things to do already. So we're sitting there, drinking our "bad-for-you" energy drinks like the rebels we are, and an air-shuttle van pulls up to the entrance of the hotel and a homeless person gets out. Kidding, it was actually Sam from Twin Atlantic. It was at that moment, when I realized how bad this looked. I mean, we had been to like, 3 (?) of their shows in the past month and we just happen to be sitting outside of their hotel. Seriously, what are the chances? Not 10 minutes later, the rest of the band/crew piles out of the hotel and we're just sitting there not moving. Thinking that maybe if we didn't move or bother them, they wouldn't even know we were there?! But alas, we got caught. They were all very nice boys as usual, giving us tips on things to do in SF (even though we had done most of the things they listed, but either way, it was very sweet of them) and participating in small talk with us while they loaded their van. Actually, KC did most of the talking because I'm horrible at talking to people (especially people with accents because i'd rather have them just tell me stories and talk at me forever). They eventually left, and we continued sitting for a few more minutes, then took off to that big park by the bay. Roamed around there, KC took around 400 pictures of me (which is not as great as it sounds, now I know how celebrities feel about paparazzi) and we saw a weird guy playing a really out of tune banjo while singing "Lady Madonna" (The Beatles). I was trying to sing along but his timing was extremely off and I kept getting confused. So, more walking, and I have the best idea ever. Ice-cream. Why didn't I think of this before?! With KC tagged along behind me, I'm making a beeline to the nearest Coldstone and once again, we run in to Sam and Ross. KC makes a joke like, "HEY are you following us?" and they said they didn't know. We all shared an uncomfortable giggle and kept on truckin' to get ice-cream. Hello Coldstone! I'm standing in line to order, and I say something to KC but get no response. Because she disappeared. Not literally, but she did leave me in there to order our desserts and to pay. I'm such a nice person. With both ice-creams in hand, I walk out the door and here she comes up the sidewalk. I guess Craig had walked by and she ran after him, asking if she could adopt him or something. This kind of made me sad because I have yet to speak to Craig at all. Enough whining, and long story short, we kept walking around Fisherman's Wharf eating our icy treats and ended up seeing all four members of the band several times and I was beginning to wonder when we would receive our restraining orders in the mail. Fast forward to nighttime. Found out the show didn't start until 9:30, and because I'm like an old lady lately and can barely stay up until 1am without passing out, I took a nap. Once again got ready to go out (I wore heels again. So. Stupid.), couldn't find a cab, AGAIN. (Notice the repetitive nature of the bad things that happen? I'll never learn..) So, we tried walking to the venue. Ended up walking 5 blocks the opposite way. Whoops. Finally got around 4 blocks from the venue (note:we're carrying around Subway sandwiches this entire time), found a cab, and got to The Rickshaw Stop. We actually met the other band that was playing that night (The Soft White Sixties) and they gave us directions to a corner store because I was out of nicotine. It was terrifying walking over to that store. Never again. When we got back, KC was absolutely in DIRE need of a bathroom and the boss-man let us in to use the loo. He even brought his jacket outside for KC because she was in shorts. Odd, but nice. We made friends with a guy in line, got inside, and they danced around for a while before the bands came on. I didn't dance though. I have two left feet, can't dance at all. It's quite sad. The Soft White Sixties were on first, and man, they were so good. The music felt a bit "dirty" (if ya catch my drift!), which made it pretty exciting. Twin Atlantic finally came on and they did great as usual. Afterwards, we go to the back because KC wanted a shirt. Only problem was that I think Andy hates us. Or he puts on the front because he thinks its funny. Anyway, he already had everything packed up and i guess KC still asked for a shirt so he threw his keys on the table very dramatically, and made a huge production of unpacking the big tote full of shirts and stuff. I think he secretly loves us because he gave us the shirt for free, but we had to help him take everything out. I got stuck with the display thingy, which, of course, is about 5 times taller than me so that was interesting. We talked to Ross, Sam, and Barry again but no Craig. Just my luck! :( But enough sadness! Overall, the whole trip was very successful. Got a cab back to the hotel because the drive tomorrow was gonna be longgggg.
Friday: Textbook check out from the hotel, got my truck, and got the hell out of San Francisco traffic. I ended up purchasing another Monster which meant we'd be stopping at every bathroom again. But something odd happened. We stopped at a rest area, walked around a bit, got back on the freeway and you will never guess what was two vehicles in front of us. That's right. The Starship Enterprise. Only joking! It was actually a big, gray van. AKA Twin Atlantic's van. So, once again, I felt like a stalker. I wondered why this kept happening. So, we ended up driving next to/behind/in front of them the entire way home. Mostly staying behind them because Paul has a lead foot. We made it home in almost 4 hours because of that foot. At the last second, the van passed us and we held up a sign that said "STOP FOLLOWING US", hoping it would be funny and memorable, but I think it just ended up distracting me as I had to dive off the freeway to our exit or else we'd be going to LA. No thanks. Made it home a few minutes later. Said a hearty hello to all the animals in my house and promptly slept for a week straight.
The end.
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