while visiting a future priest- deacon at the time, there is no doubt that you will be attending church on sunday. the exciting part of this is that mass is enjoyable not only because i know the person saying the homily, but that we get to show up an hour earlier than everyone else. this means lots of time to kill. who can say they visited haight ashbury before taking communion? well i can. matt, his 'rockstar' shoes, and i were mysteriously choosen to bring up the gifts-- now this is a great surprise to tom, who somehow managed to keep just a mere grin on his face the entire time. when mass had ended, i was informed by the boys that on sundays it's also dollar days at the racetracks--- WHAT. oh yeah. you better believe that we did all the san francisco touristy things in under an hour and headed straight towards the tracks.
we found the 'full house' scene and had a mini photo shoot, where i was warned that if you picked the 'state' flowers they were somehow linked to the police and they would come arrest you. yes, gullable was also written all over my forehead. from there we drove down the windiest road in the world, and made our way to brunch for some more bloody marys. next stop, the tracks.
now, this would be my first ever experience at the race tracks, and quite possibly not the last. while the boys were trying to make some $, i was distracted by the most unique, and rare breeds of people... yes it was dollar days-- hot dogs and beers. i was read the racers, and basically bet on them by name, there were some facts i absorbed that day about horse racing- the main one being---it's pure luck of the draw. all in all, i lost everything. in fact, the only person who one a mere $2.40 was tom.
our next place we found ourselves exploring - the park. we stumbled upon the most ginormous kites we had ever seen. i learned the fun fact that it was the place were they filmed the movie 'the kite runner'--- i also learned how many bridges existed in san fran-- of course there were a few jumps that had to take place in order for the experience to be worth remembering.
sadly, the day was coming to an end, and we had yet to have the perfect drink. so, heading back to the jesuit community, we came up with the genius idea of having a picnic up in the moutains to watch the sunset--- i don't know where the pear idea came from, but it somehow got turned into the idea of a pear martini--- which was really in all reality, sludge juice. the spot we came upon was indescribeable, the sunset was out of a movie, and the day itself was in my mind--- the perfect day.
simon
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