There are so many fun things to do in San Francisco, including parties! Two of my friends celebrated birthdays this week, and that meant a couple of after-work cocktail gatherings. First was Monday, when Cheryl turned 21+. To mark the occasion, a bunch of us gathered at Smugglers Cove for rum drinks at Cheryl's pirate-themed soiree. I'm flanked by Maya and Cheryl in this photo as we enjoy the festivities (and I enjoy a Puka Punch). My only question is: how come I am the most pale girl in the picture when I just spent a week in Hawaii? Not to mention the fact that I'm the only one of the three of us who is half African American. I guess that just shows me what my daily use of SPF 110 sunscreen has gotten me. That would be healthy skin, I hope.
After Smugglers Cove, I indulged my karaoke addiction and hit the Mint for some Monday night singing. After successful (in my opinion) renditions of "Time After Time," "Somewhere Only We Know," and "Like A Prayer," I called it a night and headed home. It was already 10 p.m., and I had to rest up for Tuesday.
Tuesday was Carla's birthday, and the celebration of her fabulousness was held on the patio of Americano along the Embarcadero. We had a very rare heat wave in San Francisco last weekend and early this week, and it was a delight to be outside without a coat sipping cocktails and enjoying the dynamic company. After a long, cold summer, the hot weather was more than welcome. As was marvelous Carla's birthday.
More parties are on the horizon as the weekend approaches: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, Emme's birthday, Corie's birthday and the Great American Music Hall show with Elvis Costello and my rock and roll boyfriend Nick Lowe. New York may be the city that doesn't sleep, but I think San Francisco is a never-ending good time.