Believe it or not, it took us just over 11 months of living in the Bay Area to actually make it to the Gold Gate Bridge. It was indeed impressive, and I wasn't tempted at all to fling myself over the railing. Not even a little bit.
Funny story about this trip: a week or two earlier we had visited some friends in LA. We stopped in Santa Monica, where we lived in 1999, to check out the old stomping grounds. As we walked from the Third Street Promenade to Ocean Boulevard to admire the ocean, we noticed this biker couple that must've been in their 50s. They were very distinctive because they were clad in black and red leather from head to toe, and the guy had a mane of white, white hair.
So now we're at the Golden Gate Bridge and Tala goes, "Hey, it's those bikers from Santa Monica!" She actually went up and said hi and had her picture taken with them! And after we left the bridge area, about an hour later we saw them in some other part of San Francisco getting gas.
This picture of Harlan and his "girlfriend" Miwana just cracks me up. Miwana is a Japanese girl who lives in the same apartment building as we do. Until last summer, she also went to the same preschool as Harlan. He just looks so pleased with himself.
I had a regular eye checkup today, and they dilated my pupils. This has to be one of the most uncomfortable procedures I've been through. I came out three hours ago and I am only regaining the ability to see somewhat clearly.
When I first emerged I couldn't keep my eyes open because everything was so bright. Thankfully the eye doctor is half a block away from our apartment or I wouldn't have been able to drive home.
The worst thing is, there is very little you can do when you can't see. The dilation also messes up your short-range vision, so you can't watch TV, type or read. I just closed the shades, put a pillow over my head, and napped for an hour.
Thankfully, I'm recovering now, which is a good thing since we are going to the San Francisco Ballet tonight. Gotta get us some culture.
