It was a gray, dreary day in San Francisco. A first, since there’s usually sunshine shining down on “The City by The Bay” whenever we’ve visited. But during this past December, it was blessedly raining… raining and helping provide that area of The Golden State with much-needed water.
Our main purpose for being in SF that one rainy day was to visit a family friend. It isn’t always easy getting a hold of this busy Mom of two beautiful girls and also working to complete her California RN license requirements. Between juggling motherhood and demands on her schedule, Eva managed a get-together. It appears I’ve fallen under “demands on her schedule”, but just as well if it means hanging out even for a spell.
While texting and phone chatting, Eva asked several times where The Hubby and I wanted to eat, and The Hubby asked me the same question too as we drove to SF. My answers consisted of exercising my prerogative to change my mind several times in the span of 60 minutes. Maybe a rate of a different food type every 5 minutes or so. After driving about, and walking up and down Market St. (in the rain with one meager umbrella designed for one person but was being used to protect our friend’s gift), I thought of Chinatown. I imagined dim sum dishes stack high because I was ready for a rumble.