Free bananas; gawking on the rooftops
Driving up Divisadero this afternoon I was almost in several hundred car accidents as everyone driving or walking gawked upwards at the Blue Angels zooming overhead. People were out on the street swivel-heading in little groups on every corner and on many rooftops, especially at the top of the hill where you can look down on all the ships in the Golden Gate. The really odd thing was how friendly everyone was all afternoon; I haven’t so much eye contact with strangers in a long time. Maybe any slightly creepy but indisputably amazing thing happening in the sky would create that fellow-feeling.
I’ve been writing for a few hours in the Coffee Roastery on Chestnut Street. The guy behind the counter just brought me free fried bananas. What did I do to rate this?! The universe brings me its bounty, covered in honey and sesame seeds & with an odd taste of flowers. It’s a huge roomy friendly place with good coffee, big windows and lively streets outside to gaze out at, good for studying and laptops. Wireless isn’t free.
Oh, and by the way there’s nowhere to park in this neighborhood! I drove around for ages while the planes fwooshed around; finally was rescued by a parking garage, but… the evilness… parking is by meter only, including Sunday, until like 9pm. The Marina is sending me a strong message to take my evil, evil, bad, bad car and go straight back to the suburbs with it.