What I Did In San Francisco

1) Attempted to prevent the stench of the cattle slaughterhouse (you know the one I'm talking about) on the 5 freeway between LA and SF, by pressing the recirculate air button in time. Completely, utterly, miserably failed.

2) Decided to write Pillow Crisis as a novel. More on this in a bit.

3) Posed as an design school applicant in order to trick a security guard into admitting me into a design college's building. Was told to visit Admissions on the fifth floor, disregarded these instructions, and headed directly to the roof to take in a view of Union Square from above. I am a NINJA.

4) Ate at Burma Superstar and The House (two old favorites).

5) Visited the W hotel, and was offered a free limo ride to the San Francisco symphony hall, courtesy of the all-new 2009 Acura MDX, the finest sports utility automobile on the road today. (As you can see, it is impossible to write about San Francisco without mentioning at least three yuppie institutions per sentence.)

6) Repeatedly encountered the San Franciscan custom of offering unsolicited help from strangers, as people threw themselves at us to offer directions, restaurant recommendations, and holistic friendliness. Believe it or not, this was neither cloying nor annoying, but in fact, rather appreciated. San Francisco is much less militant about being nice than say, Santa Monica.

7) Visited the observation deck at the De Young Museum,which is oxidizing quite nicely, and will achieve a nice green patina within a matter of years, I hope.

8) Returned to Dolores Park, the site of two crucial scenes in Pillow Crisis. Took in a very lovely view of the city from the perfectly placed bench in the southwest corner of the park, recently installed by some very prudent and wise park officials.

9) Experienced the startling coincidence of standing directly across from a couple on the Muni that I stood across from on my last trip to San Francisco, over a year ago. Given the size of the city (and the fact that I was riding the same line, the N Judah), it may not have been such a staggering serendipity. But in Los Angeles, this occurrence would be considered an act of god.

10) Considered actually moving to San Francisco when I get older and slower and more boring, and need to raise my offspring, which sounds like heresy until you realize that Pillow Crisis is about the relationship between parents and children, and the story is set in the city for a reason. (Then again, moving to San Francisco means being prepared to lose everything you own in an earthquake. And if you think that's what insurance is for, I'd like to introduce you to some New Orleans residents.)