With Flowers in Our Hair

Over the past few weeks I've been thinking about what I could use as a subject for my next post.  Unfortunately, my life is not as interesting as the one that Baumann pretends to have and I have been caught up in the monotony of work and washing clothes that everyone feels from time to time.  However, this past weekend I was able to get out of LaLa land with a good friend and two fellow ministers; and I finally got the  material I needed for a good post.

It was after a long night of drinking beers and Jack Daniels that our minister of defense came up with one of the best ideas he's had in a long time: Bust a spontaneous road trip to San Francisco for one night of good fun with the San Franciscan contingent of our glorious society.  And so, with a headache that could have dropped a rhinocerous, I piled into the car along with Ben Persons, MOM, and defense, and off we went to the land of gayness and fog.
We hit town just after sunset, and were greeted at Fidel's apartment by the man himself, and the long lost Chris Baez himself.  Once considered dead, Baez is a busy man.  He is keeping it extraordinarily real (too real?) and spending time with Larry Flint.  I'll digress from adding too much detail about the man's life here because he will be attending IFS Chico and you all will have a chance to catch up with him there. 

There was also ice cold Adolphi for all to enjoy as well as shots of Bacardi gold for all (considerably
less enjoyable) and lots of laughter.  Then it was bar time.  Wanting to maximize the fun in SF we hit 3 different bars of different styles and had time to grab a little street meat in between (I'm only talking about hot dogs, don't get too excited Schroedster).  The end of the night led us to a strip club where we paid girls to dance on us.  The beaver buck is a very strong foreign currency for 2007 worth approximately 1.38 USD, my bank account stement will tell you all about it.

The following morning we all awoke bright-eyed and bushy tailed (everyone except Persons that is, it's like pulling teeth just to get that guy to move before 11:00am on a weekend).  We decided to go out to breakfast and get some Dim-Sum, or as we like to call it Real deem sum.  The best part about breakfast was the fact that Fricker bought it.  The second best part was the video I shot with everyone's help which is posted down at the bottom. 

After breakfast we decided we should go and do a fun activity.  So on the way to the St. Francis hotel in Union Square where we rode up the elevator in which Baumann was conceived, we stopped at the San Francisco cable car museum to lear oursleves about the SF trollies and take some great photos.  All in all, it was a very strong trip with great memories, and I know forget it any time soon.  Maybe after drinking myself into the rabbit hole at IFS Chico during the Sierra Nevada drinking contest, but certainly not before then.  Thanks for a great trip boys.