Mr. Crowes Garden

Tuesday evening, Verenice, Erica and I went to San Francisco.

Verenice's man hooked some some tickets

and a hotel room for the night.

We started at Verenice's favorite Korean restaurant

across the street from the Fillmore.

I ate this.

Like little baby fishes.

Crunchy.

It wasn't bad.

I'm glad I was so hungry that I did not look before I

threw the first pieces

it into my mouth and began to chew.

I ate more after I looked because I knew

I could do it.

I felt proud.

I felt happy to have a beer.

even if

It was somewhere in between

colored water and bud light.

Beef.

yum.

I always order chicken.

We all shared a bunchastuff.

gross cold spicy fishy soup. hated it.

This album is good.

and the cover is pretty rad too.

The Black Crowes.

Hot.

big ass beard

(like my running man)

I was shocked and bummed that not everyone

in the crowd that night looked like him.

I thought the Black Crowes were

Seventies Blues-Rock and would

have some decent looking fans.

The crowed had me thinking I was

at a Travis Tritt show.

I have a few albums

gifted from a friend, I know the Black Crowes

got a good sound...I guess I thought

gross people liked gross music.

Not that I went in hopes to stare and dance

with hot hippie rocknroller long-hairs,

but I was totally confused and distracted

by all the 37 year old short, fat, bald or spikey hair

Dipshits

rocking out with

their rhythm lackin selves.

It was hard at times to focus on Mr. Robinson.

I'm not superficial, I just like good-looking things.

When I was in a tractor-beam trance

I was able to truly enjoy

the funk, rock and soul experience.

Lovely.

Verenice is set list Queen!!

She stayed in SF to see them Every night this week.

I bet she comes back with five more!

My very first USA TRAIN ride!!

Jack London Square to Sacramento

and walked home!

No car necessary.