I’m back! We had a fanatastic time. I’m kind of sad to leave. But, it’s strange, I kind of missed Spokane. weird.
I went to San Francisco on St. Paddy’s day with my friend, Judy. We went to Yarn Mecca, Artfibers. I posted all about that on my knitting blog. But we also went to this place called Lefty O’Doul’s and had a Guinness draft. It was sooooo good. Totally hit the spot. We sat in a booth and chatted, caught up on stuff.
When we were going back to the BART station we had an interesting thing happen on the escalator. We were merrily going along on our way, down the escalator when there were a few bums on the bottom creating a bit of a stir. It seemed as if one of them was stuck and couldn’t get off of the escalator. All of a sudden all three of them fell down and were not getting up. It became apparant that we would not be able to get off the escalator and that we would become part of the dogpile that was being created by the downward motion of the escalator. So Judy turned around and said “oh god” and rolled her eyes and started walking up the escalator, and I followed suit, annoyed. But then I realized that we weren’t going to get to the top, in fact we weren’t really going anywhere (duh!) and the men at the bottom were not getting up! There was a lady behind me that started to panic (which was kind of stupid, I thought). FINALLY I turned around and the escalator was cleared so that little disaster was averted.
So these homeless guys start fighting. Luckily, our train arrived very quickly, but one of the guys ends up next to us and he enters the same car as us. We sit down and this guy is standing near the door. One of the guys he was fighting with comes up to the car and reaches into it and begins beating the man with his cane! He gets a few good hits in there and then leaves when somebody tells him to stop. I am looking at all of this not really believing it when I notice that the man on our car has a switchbade opened up ready to attack. Finally the train took off, but it took FOREVER for the man to put his knife away.
So that was our little BART adventure on ST. Paddy’s day. Judy and I agreed that it was the stangest thing that ever happened to us on BART. And I’m glad I had a Guinness in me when it all happened.
Unfortunately batteries in my camera died on my way up to SF. Ugh! But I got a few pics from earlier in the week of Santa Cruz.