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Weekend regurgitation: The streets of San Francisco

Yesterday, we had company over and I made lunch and ate my weight in Paula Dean’s macaroni and cheese.

Then I rolled my bloated self into the pool and started treading water in an attempt to work some of it off and earn some Weight Watchers exercise points. I was shooting for twenty minutes of cardio. I managed three. It was one of the longest years of my life.

In honor of my sister visiting from San Francisco this week, I leave you with a post I wrote after we came back from our ten year anniversary trip to the city by the bay last year. I really need to move there because anywhere and everywhere is uphill both ways and I could probably earn 17 exercise points simply by getting the mail.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

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Karl Malden may have left us but the streets of San Francisco are alive and well

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I thought I’d introduce you to some of the hills we met in San Francisco.

grace_cathedral_hill

I called this one Mt. Holy Shit because (1) holy shit, look at it; (2) it’s even steeper when you walk it. Steeper? Steepier? More steepy? And (3) it led right to the front doors of Grace Cathedral:

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grace_cathedral

I thought it was very considerate of San Francisco to place Grace Cathedral at the top of Mt. Holy Shit because, after you get tired of hobbling up the hill on thighs and calves and ankles that are allergic to 45° angles and you sprout a blood clot that zooms from your little toe straight into your heart within 2.4 seconds and you die on top of Nob Hill of a massive coronary, it’s only a hop, skip and jump across the road to your soul’s eternal rest. Somebody grabs a casket on sale, somebody else rounds up a couple of pall bearers and finds out who’s giving the sermon that day and *whammo* – instant funeral!

Can’t get any easier than that, right?

You’re pretty darn efficient, San Franny.

We wanted to take in the breathtaking views of San Francisco from atop Coit Tower and Nate decided that we would walk up to the tower because apparently, he never wanted to have intercourse with his wife again.

Walking up to Coit Tower is like walking all the way up to the planet Mars, only longer and sweatier, while wearing a two ton backpack known as Your Ass.

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san_francisco_hill

On our way, we had to climb this hill. I named it ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND?

I may have cried at the top. Or the bottom. I can’t remember.

It’s all a blur, really.

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coit_tower_hill

After that one, we had to climb this one. I called it BLOOD IS GUSHING AROUND INSIDE MY SKULL SO SHUT UP.

I definitely cried at the bottom of this one.

And the top.

And once in the middle.

Wait!

Twice.

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coit_tower-steps

To keep tourists on their toes and guessing, there were steps! I stopped counting at 6,355 because I was delusional by then and tried calling Sarah Palin to tell her that I, too, could I see Russia from where I was standing and could I get her hairdresser’s name? But Zoe grabbed the phone out of my hand before I could ask Directory Assistance for her number.

This set of steps above was called HEART ATTACKS ARE FOR SISSIES, JUST HIT ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A TOYOTA.

I totally cried everywhere on these. The foliage is green because of my tears.

Isn’t that poetic?

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Then came this set, which I named WE ARE SO TOTALLY NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN. EVER.

I didn’t bother crying on these. Instead, when I got to the top, I planted a flag that said ANDY WAS HERE. THEN SHE KEELED OVER AND DIED.

And then I keeled over and died.

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coit_tower

This is Coit Tower, in case you were wondering.

There was a spiral staircase inside that we had to climb to get to the top. I would have taken a picture of it but I was clinically dead at the time.

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coit_tower_view

And this is one of the breathtaking views from atop Coit Tower. At least, I think it is. I was busy never having sex again and being clinically dead, so I can’t be certain.

Let’s say it is for expedience sake, otherwise this post will never end.

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lombard_street

Finally, a hill we met while in a car. That’s, like, my favorite kind of hill!

This one was called Lombard Street and it’s the crookedest street in the world.

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I have lots of photos of Lombard Street but I thought you’d rather see the one from Wikipedia because it actually shows Lombard Street and not my elbow or the pavement or lots of blurry things. Unlike mine, you can look at Wikipedia’s photo and not get the sense that behind the camera is someone shouting GO SLOWER, I CAN’T FOCUS! WAIT! HANG ON! CAN WE STOP? DAMMIT! UGH!

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However, at the bottom of Lombard Street, I stuck my camera out the window and, without looking, pressed the shutter and managed to get this shot.

How come nobody told me the secret to taking a good picture is to be totally blind?

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When I first visited San Francisco, I thought this was a big hill.

I was such a newbie back then.

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13 thoughts on “Weekend regurgitation: The streets of San Francisco”

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    *LOL* I live 40 mins from Sf – hate the bloody place… crappy parking.. overpriced parking.. and the weather SUCKS.. you got a good day for your pics – you were lucky!

    The only time I go up there is when I have *guests* and have to take them to do the obligatory tourist guff

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    I found your blog hysterical. OMG, you made me laugh so hard. Thanks for the laugh and the great pics of SF. One day I’d like to get out to CA for a visit. I haven’t been west yet. I’m a native NY’er and have been up and down the east coast!

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    Sigh. I’m homesick. I left SF almost 5 years ago to move to Denver and I miss it every.single.day.

    I’d also like to add that I did the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in 2004. 26 miles. On those hills. I win.

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    First, I adore Paula Deen food!! YUMMY

    Second, I miss San Fransisco! I went there one time as a kid and loved the hills, the oecean, the culture. It was a wonderful place to visit. Those are amazing pics Andy!

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    As Julie Andrews once sang ‘the hills are alive with the sound of ….. sobbing!’

    I may have already told you thus, but I dream of visiting SF and my hubby went WITHOUT me a few years back for a “conference” (jolly wee holiday) with some medical colleagues. How long is it reasonable to bear a grudge?

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