Went up to the City tonight to have dinner and spend time with Elina. Elina had journeyed down south on Wednesday night to partake in communal dinner, so a journey back north was in order, if only to get my kitty fix.
The first thing I did (well, no, probably more like the fourteen hundredth thing, but, really, who's counting?), was, of course, step on the sign in her elevator that says, "Don't step."
Last time we went out to dinner, we walked back from the restaurant we ate at. After looking for a restaurant to go to, and coming up pretty much completely empty, we decided to walk over to that restaurant for dinner. Sure, we had eaten there before, but the food was good, and the menu was large enough to warrant another visit. So, off we went to Flippers for dinner.
On our walk back from dinner, we passed by the local federal building which has a small field/meadow of grass that appeared to be native grass, the kind that is all tufts. Elina commented that the grass looked really soft, so I wandered over to touch it. It was, indeed, soft.
The meadow is a triangle meadow that starts at ground level, and is walled in with a slanting wall that grows four feet high, or so. I walked up the wall and, at Elina's encouragement, into the meadow and squatted. I had handed her my camera before I walked up, so she quickly snapped a few pictures.
Somehow she managed to take a number of good pictures of me. I'm sure it's her talent with the camera that ruined my usual "1 in 7 photos of me is good" ratio, because it certainly wasn't my charm.
Might have been the cold, though. San Francisco. Always cold.
The only downside of the evening was heading home early. I went to catch the 9:30 train (note to self: learn to catch taxis, take lessons from Elina, she has amazing taxi karma), so that I was home by 10:50. The 10:30 train wouldn't have me back to Mountain View until 11:40, and the 12:05 train? Ugh. So, I caught the 9:30 train. Made the evening much too short, and me much too distracted about watching the clock.