So, it had to happen eventually. Here's a flash fiction about my cat. The rules of this one were: 5 paragraphs, 5 sentences each - Paragraph #2 should be all simple sentences, #3 should be complex and #4 should be compound. I tried to conceptualize the structure like I do dependency parsing, but I don't know if it worked.....
And I have no excuse for not posting yesterday, just that I was grumpy. Which is lame, I know. But I'm not apologizing. =P
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Shermie Cat dipped his paw into the tide pool. Today he was going to catch some fish. All the alley cats had laughed at his pampered lifestyle, but he would show them. He could out-fish and out-mouse and out-hunt the best of those garbage-eating alley cats. A little splash to the left caught his attention, that was the place he was going to fish.
Fish were a funny lot. They were always darting around at the slightest hint of danger. His claws were newly sharpened. His reflexes had been honed. He was ready!
He slapped the water with a paw, hoping to startle the fish into confusion. It seemed to work as they swam this way and that, blinded by fear. His claw shot out so that he could paw the water furiously. However, no fish seemed to fall prey to his claws while he wrestled with the water. Maybe he’d have to think of another strategy that utilzed stealth and accuracy.
Shermie sauntered over to another place in the tide pool and he saw some movement under the sand. This was his opportunity to shine but would he make it? Crouching down low on his front paws, he wiggled his bottom in the air and he got ready to pounce. He lept off the rock and landed in the pool with a splash, claws digging deep into the sand. His claws caught something wiggling but then he remembered how much he hated water!
With a yowl he shot out of the water, flinging his prize onto the sand. But the prize had been angered now and it came after Shermie with a vengeance. The kitty, however, was not going to be afraid of a little fish. He pounced on it as it latched onto his nose with a tiny pincher. Oh no, how the alley cats would laugh when they found out he had mistaken a crab for a fish!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sci-Fi Short - Flash Fiction #3
This is the same story as the previous two but this time, the entire story takes place in 1 minute. (This was hard!) Oh and if anyone has a name of for this storyline, I'm totally open. Maybe someday I'll develop all these into something bigger!
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The clock glowed 10:24 a.m, though out here, you wouldn't know it, as dark as it was. Captain Thomas Gladion gripped the thrusters in his white knuckled hand, trying to keep the starship low and quiet. His eyes twitched from staring so long at the angry orange numbers of the console. Their pilot had been critically injured in an altercation with the locals not an hour before, so it was Thom's job to get his crew home safely.
“There's no way we're gonna get out of here without being spotted,” said his co-pilot, Lieutenant Zachary Ty, as the ship slid through the grizzled ether.
A dull thud sounded in Thom's brain as the ship made a sickening lurch sideways. He could feel them angle downward as a result of the impact, an orange glow billowing from one of the engines. The sound was accompanied by the smell of smoke that drifted through the cabin like a living thing, crawling through the crevices to the passenger deck. Thom's eyes stung as the bitter essence clawed its way up his nasal passages. Sparks erupting from the console snapped him back to reality as he noticed Zach fumbling for the extinguisher.
The crew behind them shouted, cursed and coughed as they clamored to their seats. All of them fought like stampeding cattle against each other, fear, and the ships own lurching. He heard a female - which was probably Anya, the ship's medic – shout that the smoke could be from burning chemicals leaking from the engine and it was highly toxic. The captain started to cover his nose with a bandanna, but soon realized that there were more important things he should be doing with his hands. Toxic smoke was the least of his concerns in a ship that was making a beeline straight to the waiting ground below.
The light flickered once as the console threw more sparks, then died all together. The ship was plunged into darkness equal to that of the outside world. Thom groped for the emergency power button as the ship pitched steeply and began to roll. The power came back on dimly and the captain was wrestling with the stabilizers under an eerie blue glow. A low hum vibrated through the bones – his and the ships – and slowly the power dimmed until it was nothing but black once again.
The engine must really be failing, he thought, as he leaned all his weight on the stabilizer rod. The ship ceased its haphazard rolling and began to steady and slow but unfortunately, they were still falling too fast. Lt. Ty had managed to open the air vents and now the smoke was creeping out of the ship as if seeking bigger adventures in the big black. The whistling sound from the vents buzzed in Thom's ears as he unceremoniously smashed at buttons attempting to pull the ship's parachute. It was released with a great yank that plastered everyone to their seats, just a moment before the ship made landfall by crunching violently into the ground.
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The clock glowed 10:24 a.m, though out here, you wouldn't know it, as dark as it was. Captain Thomas Gladion gripped the thrusters in his white knuckled hand, trying to keep the starship low and quiet. His eyes twitched from staring so long at the angry orange numbers of the console. Their pilot had been critically injured in an altercation with the locals not an hour before, so it was Thom's job to get his crew home safely.
“There's no way we're gonna get out of here without being spotted,” said his co-pilot, Lieutenant Zachary Ty, as the ship slid through the grizzled ether.
A dull thud sounded in Thom's brain as the ship made a sickening lurch sideways. He could feel them angle downward as a result of the impact, an orange glow billowing from one of the engines. The sound was accompanied by the smell of smoke that drifted through the cabin like a living thing, crawling through the crevices to the passenger deck. Thom's eyes stung as the bitter essence clawed its way up his nasal passages. Sparks erupting from the console snapped him back to reality as he noticed Zach fumbling for the extinguisher.
The crew behind them shouted, cursed and coughed as they clamored to their seats. All of them fought like stampeding cattle against each other, fear, and the ships own lurching. He heard a female - which was probably Anya, the ship's medic – shout that the smoke could be from burning chemicals leaking from the engine and it was highly toxic. The captain started to cover his nose with a bandanna, but soon realized that there were more important things he should be doing with his hands. Toxic smoke was the least of his concerns in a ship that was making a beeline straight to the waiting ground below.
The light flickered once as the console threw more sparks, then died all together. The ship was plunged into darkness equal to that of the outside world. Thom groped for the emergency power button as the ship pitched steeply and began to roll. The power came back on dimly and the captain was wrestling with the stabilizers under an eerie blue glow. A low hum vibrated through the bones – his and the ships – and slowly the power dimmed until it was nothing but black once again.
The engine must really be failing, he thought, as he leaned all his weight on the stabilizer rod. The ship ceased its haphazard rolling and began to steady and slow but unfortunately, they were still falling too fast. Lt. Ty had managed to open the air vents and now the smoke was creeping out of the ship as if seeking bigger adventures in the big black. The whistling sound from the vents buzzed in Thom's ears as he unceremoniously smashed at buttons attempting to pull the ship's parachute. It was released with a great yank that plastered everyone to their seats, just a moment before the ship made landfall by crunching violently into the ground.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Sci-Fi Short - Flash Fiction #2
Ok so here's my #2 short. This time I took the first body paragraph of my last story and wrote that into the whole story.
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Captain Thomas Gladion yanked hard on the stabilizers in a futile attempt to right the plummeting craft. He wasn't even supposed to be flying the ship, but with their pilot being critically injured, it was his job as captain to get his unit to safety. The crew were cursing and stumbling to find their seats just as sparks erupted from the console, nearly blinding him. His co-pilot, Zachary Ty, shielded his dark brown eyes as his arms flailed out trying to grab the extinguisher. A hiss sounded by Thom's ear as soft white foam blanketed him and his instruments.
The fires had stopped, but now Thom had to scrape away the sticky repellent just to find the controls. He yanked again but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him that they were still falling, and fast. One engine was completely dead and the second was sputtering with its last breaths of life; this did not seem promising. And where they would land was uncertain as he was not able to see the world below through the cracked windshield. Then as if things couldn't get worse, he heard the low hum of the generators powering down forcefully as the ship was plunged into darkness.
Blinded now and still falling, Zach thrust the ship into a spin to try and slow the speed of their descent while Thom groped for the emergency parachute. After what seemed like an eternity, he flicked something and the ship jerked back suddenly, signaling that the parachute had been released. They slowed down dramatically, plastering everyone to their seats, but Thom didn't believe it was enough. His heart was racing when he realized that in this pitch blackness, he had no way to tell if the ship had righted fully. He pressed against the force of the slowing and grabbed the wing controls, jostling them wildly, trying to get them to catch the air.
It was not enough, however, as they hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Rocks and dirt sprayed over them as they literally bore into the soft earth. The cabin began filling with smoke and Thom feared that another fire had started in the engine which would ruin it for good. Finally they slowed to a faltering stop, rocking this way and that until they settled almost peacefully in silent, velvet night. It was at this time that Thom found the emergency power button, illuminating the world around them including the red, scaled faces of the native Etiri.
The crew sat in silence for a moment staring blankly into the Etiri's angry golden eyes and patting themselves to make sure all their pieces were still in place. Finally, it was determined, as the air cleared of smoke, that the crew would have to go the way of the smoke – out. They were all a bit wary of appearing in the midst of an Etiri village – no, a city – but they pried the battered doors open anyway. Hundreds of Etiri rushed in, grabbing at the soldiers' hair, limbs and clothes and dragging them roughly into the Etirian Night.
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Captain Thomas Gladion yanked hard on the stabilizers in a futile attempt to right the plummeting craft. He wasn't even supposed to be flying the ship, but with their pilot being critically injured, it was his job as captain to get his unit to safety. The crew were cursing and stumbling to find their seats just as sparks erupted from the console, nearly blinding him. His co-pilot, Zachary Ty, shielded his dark brown eyes as his arms flailed out trying to grab the extinguisher. A hiss sounded by Thom's ear as soft white foam blanketed him and his instruments.
The fires had stopped, but now Thom had to scrape away the sticky repellent just to find the controls. He yanked again but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him that they were still falling, and fast. One engine was completely dead and the second was sputtering with its last breaths of life; this did not seem promising. And where they would land was uncertain as he was not able to see the world below through the cracked windshield. Then as if things couldn't get worse, he heard the low hum of the generators powering down forcefully as the ship was plunged into darkness.
Blinded now and still falling, Zach thrust the ship into a spin to try and slow the speed of their descent while Thom groped for the emergency parachute. After what seemed like an eternity, he flicked something and the ship jerked back suddenly, signaling that the parachute had been released. They slowed down dramatically, plastering everyone to their seats, but Thom didn't believe it was enough. His heart was racing when he realized that in this pitch blackness, he had no way to tell if the ship had righted fully. He pressed against the force of the slowing and grabbed the wing controls, jostling them wildly, trying to get them to catch the air.
It was not enough, however, as they hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Rocks and dirt sprayed over them as they literally bore into the soft earth. The cabin began filling with smoke and Thom feared that another fire had started in the engine which would ruin it for good. Finally they slowed to a faltering stop, rocking this way and that until they settled almost peacefully in silent, velvet night. It was at this time that Thom found the emergency power button, illuminating the world around them including the red, scaled faces of the native Etiri.
The crew sat in silence for a moment staring blankly into the Etiri's angry golden eyes and patting themselves to make sure all their pieces were still in place. Finally, it was determined, as the air cleared of smoke, that the crew would have to go the way of the smoke – out. They were all a bit wary of appearing in the midst of an Etiri village – no, a city – but they pried the battered doors open anyway. Hundreds of Etiri rushed in, grabbing at the soldiers' hair, limbs and clothes and dragging them roughly into the Etirian Night.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Sci-Fi Short - Flash Fiction #1
Look! I wrote something!
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Captain Thomas Gladion clutched the controls of the starship in his white-knuckled fists, it was difficult to fly a ship this big at such a low altitude.
“There's no way we'll make it off this planet without being spotted, especially not with a damaged engine,” said his co-pilot Lieutenant Zachary Ty.
The Captain ignored him and tried to focus only on flying, with their pilot critically injured, it was his job to get the soldiers home safely. A dull thud sounded in the back of his mind and the ship tilted suddenly while sparks erupted from the front console. They front of the ship jolted downward and at that moment, it occurred to Thom that they were going to crash.
“Everybody hang on!” he shouted into the com as he braced himself for impact.
Thom yanked hard on the stabilizers in a futile attempt to right them, but the effort was in vain as they continued losing altitude faster and faster. He could hear the crew stumbling and cursing as they tried to buckle themselves into their seats. A mechanical whir signaled that the power had failed an instant before the ship was drowned in inky darkness, the captain groping for the emergency power switch with one hand and the parachute release with the other. Still, the earth met them with shocking immediacy and the vessel violently crunched to the ground. Smoke filled the cabin as they skidded to a stop in god-knows-what forsaken country.
The whole crew had fallen into numb silence for a few long moments as everyone patted himself to make sure all the pieces were in the right places. Lt. Ty had had the foresight to open the air vents and now the smoke was drifting lazily out into the alien world.
Medic Anya Reese's thin voice floated throught the blackness, “If we stay here too long I don't know what the radiation will do to us...maybe kill us...or worse.”
“If the natives don't get to us first,” said Ty sarcastically.
“We'll figure something out,” Thom said, finally igniting the emergency power and illuminating their surroundings – including the red scaled faces of the local Etiri, their angry golden eyes peering at the crew through the windshield.
Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go but out where hundreds of Etiri would meet them. With a resigned sigh Damon “Spike” Haversaque shoved the doors open, his burly frame straining against the cold steel. In rushed the Etiri, speaking rapidly in their language consisting of clicks and whistles, grabbing the soldiers by their limbs, their hair and their clothing, dragging them all across the blackened ground. Captain Gladion was tense, nervous, afraid – his crew had never encountered aliens in this way before, aliens who probably wanted to kill them and throw their bodies down a ravine. As he was roughly shoved along, he realized that they had landed right in the middle of a village – no, a city – and were being led down a wide avenue to a large building, looming shadowy in the lamplight and bearing the crest of the ruler of Eteriea.
And then they sat, the whole crew of the Broken Talon, in a dim, ten by ten foot concrete room, waiting. For what, no one knew. The Etiri never spoke to them and the only glimpses they got were of the delicately-scaled guard faces through the food slot. No one could keep track of how long they were prisoners as the vaguely bland and visually frightening meals seemed to come at very long intervals (Spike tried to keep track using the length of his beard, but in the perpetual, misty near-darkness even that became hard to measure).
However, one day (or night) was different, the door slid silently open and just stayed like that until the Captain peered out side and saw...no one. Carefully, the crew crept out and emerged into the blinding Eterian sunlight to see their ship, repaired and humming, patiently awaiting their arrival and Lt. Ty commented: “So why were we trying to kill these people, again?”
Fin.
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Captain Thomas Gladion clutched the controls of the starship in his white-knuckled fists, it was difficult to fly a ship this big at such a low altitude.
“There's no way we'll make it off this planet without being spotted, especially not with a damaged engine,” said his co-pilot Lieutenant Zachary Ty.
The Captain ignored him and tried to focus only on flying, with their pilot critically injured, it was his job to get the soldiers home safely. A dull thud sounded in the back of his mind and the ship tilted suddenly while sparks erupted from the front console. They front of the ship jolted downward and at that moment, it occurred to Thom that they were going to crash.
“Everybody hang on!” he shouted into the com as he braced himself for impact.
Thom yanked hard on the stabilizers in a futile attempt to right them, but the effort was in vain as they continued losing altitude faster and faster. He could hear the crew stumbling and cursing as they tried to buckle themselves into their seats. A mechanical whir signaled that the power had failed an instant before the ship was drowned in inky darkness, the captain groping for the emergency power switch with one hand and the parachute release with the other. Still, the earth met them with shocking immediacy and the vessel violently crunched to the ground. Smoke filled the cabin as they skidded to a stop in god-knows-what forsaken country.
The whole crew had fallen into numb silence for a few long moments as everyone patted himself to make sure all the pieces were in the right places. Lt. Ty had had the foresight to open the air vents and now the smoke was drifting lazily out into the alien world.
Medic Anya Reese's thin voice floated throught the blackness, “If we stay here too long I don't know what the radiation will do to us...maybe kill us...or worse.”
“If the natives don't get to us first,” said Ty sarcastically.
“We'll figure something out,” Thom said, finally igniting the emergency power and illuminating their surroundings – including the red scaled faces of the local Etiri, their angry golden eyes peering at the crew through the windshield.
Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go but out where hundreds of Etiri would meet them. With a resigned sigh Damon “Spike” Haversaque shoved the doors open, his burly frame straining against the cold steel. In rushed the Etiri, speaking rapidly in their language consisting of clicks and whistles, grabbing the soldiers by their limbs, their hair and their clothing, dragging them all across the blackened ground. Captain Gladion was tense, nervous, afraid – his crew had never encountered aliens in this way before, aliens who probably wanted to kill them and throw their bodies down a ravine. As he was roughly shoved along, he realized that they had landed right in the middle of a village – no, a city – and were being led down a wide avenue to a large building, looming shadowy in the lamplight and bearing the crest of the ruler of Eteriea.
And then they sat, the whole crew of the Broken Talon, in a dim, ten by ten foot concrete room, waiting. For what, no one knew. The Etiri never spoke to them and the only glimpses they got were of the delicately-scaled guard faces through the food slot. No one could keep track of how long they were prisoners as the vaguely bland and visually frightening meals seemed to come at very long intervals (Spike tried to keep track using the length of his beard, but in the perpetual, misty near-darkness even that became hard to measure).
However, one day (or night) was different, the door slid silently open and just stayed like that until the Captain peered out side and saw...no one. Carefully, the crew crept out and emerged into the blinding Eterian sunlight to see their ship, repaired and humming, patiently awaiting their arrival and Lt. Ty commented: “So why were we trying to kill these people, again?”
Fin.
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
San Francisco Day 6
WINE TASTING IN NAPA VALLEY! BOOH-YEAH!
Went to 3 wineries:
Beringer (my favorite) - best wine: White Merlot or Sparkling White Zin
Sutter Home - best wine: White Cab-Sauv then the Zin Reserve
Beulieu - best wine: the Syrah and the...shit...Cabernet Reserve #2 (I think)
Then we had dinner at...some restaurant...I can't remember the name as by this point I had had quite a good amount of wine. I do remember that I had fan-freaking-tastic ribs though. And overall the place was darn tasty. (Juicy burgers too).
Then nap. And more nap. No more wine though. Now sleep. Too much wine tasting in one day. I'm clearly not the lush I thought I was. *jedi hand wave*
Went to 3 wineries:
Beringer (my favorite) - best wine: White Merlot or Sparkling White Zin
Sutter Home - best wine: White Cab-Sauv then the Zin Reserve
Beulieu - best wine: the Syrah and the...shit...Cabernet Reserve #2 (I think)
Then we had dinner at...some restaurant...I can't remember the name as by this point I had had quite a good amount of wine. I do remember that I had fan-freaking-tastic ribs though. And overall the place was darn tasty. (Juicy burgers too).
Then nap. And more nap. No more wine though. Now sleep. Too much wine tasting in one day. I'm clearly not the lush I thought I was. *jedi hand wave*
S.F. Day 5
Today - horrible horrible news to start with. Not sharing it here though. Nope. No way.
Lunch w/ my great uncle and great aunt and my 2nd cousin who's my same age and really cool! Went to Liverpool Lil's - an English Pub thing. Had fish'n'chips and french onion soup. Thought about clam chowdah, but decided to broaden my horizons just a bit. ;-)
My great uncle took us down the crookedest street, Lombard St. which, HOLEEE shit, it's ridiculous! The over Golden Gate bridge to San Marin county where we drove up a hill-thing for good views of the Bay. Very cool.
Great aunt made spaghetti for dinner, she's an excellent cook. Her jam is badass too! Mom's two cousins came over and we had a grand old time. Great aunt also made a killer carrot cake with awesome icing! Go her! Can she adopt me? :-D
Lunch w/ my great uncle and great aunt and my 2nd cousin who's my same age and really cool! Went to Liverpool Lil's - an English Pub thing. Had fish'n'chips and french onion soup. Thought about clam chowdah, but decided to broaden my horizons just a bit. ;-)
My great uncle took us down the crookedest street, Lombard St. which, HOLEEE shit, it's ridiculous! The over Golden Gate bridge to San Marin county where we drove up a hill-thing for good views of the Bay. Very cool.
Great aunt made spaghetti for dinner, she's an excellent cook. Her jam is badass too! Mom's two cousins came over and we had a grand old time. Great aunt also made a killer carrot cake with awesome icing! Go her! Can she adopt me? :-D
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
San Fran Day...4?
Today, Mom and i decided that since we were in San Fran and we bought some (semi) designer clothes, that we were going to get fancied up for a night on the town since it's our last night. Tomorrow, my great uncle's picking us up from the hotel and we're going to stay with him for the rest of the trip.
We found out that one of the hotels nearby (one of the FANcy ones) had a top-floor lounge w/ music and dancing and views of the city. So we got all dressed up - skirts, heels, makeup, jewelry and walked the two blocks (uphill no less) to the hotel only to find out it's closed for a private party.
We ask the guy at the front desk where to go for a better place. He gives us 2 options but one is in a slightly weird block with lots of beggars and the other is like 4 blocks away and up REALLY steep San Fran hills. The latter was the Mark Hopkins hotel and the lounge was called "Top of the Mark" which was pretty much the penthouse suite turned into the bar. We decided to go to that one, but rather than walking in our beautiful heels, in the wind, up the hills... we took a cab there!
And no, the cabbie did not laugh at us? At least not out loud hehe.
When we got there...this place...OMG. There was a 20 minute wait and an automatic $5 cover per guest for the live music (piano player) but since we just paid the cabbie about $5 we decided to stay. and eventually (less wait than 20 mins) got seated. Holy crap it was ritzy! The guests were all these business men and fancy old ladies. Our drinks were around $13 each.
Luckily it only takes me one to be set for the night. :-) No kidding. Mom too (when it's not scotch LOL). We each had a martini (but we had also had some scotches at the hotel beforehand). We are lushes, what can I say? We also ordered a salumi (deli meats) app to split. It was more expensive than a lot of meal plates in boulder. but it was pretty big and fabulous.
*gasp* I have to catch my breath, San Francisco is so wonderful! LOL
During the evening, I got hit on twice and checked out several more times but some reeeallly cute men in suits. *swooning!*. Mom also had the piano player flirting with her all night. He was hitting on her and asked her how many husbands she had. When she said "only one" he's like "oh, how about lovers?" She just rolled her eyes and laughed. Then he dedicated a song to us. No, it wasn't "Love Cats". :-D
As we weren't quite done being ritzy, we decided to order dessert. It was "molten" chocolate cake. However, it was actually quite. dry. So...I'm not proud of this...but I complained to the waiter. I mean for christ's sake it was 12 dollars! This is not Chili's where, sub-par molten cake is almost expected....But, other than that it was pretty good, the topping had crunchy carmelized sugar on it and there was fresh fruit and vanilla sauce which was pretty decadent. But the waiter took the cake off the bill. That was nice. :-)
And i stole a pen. Me = pen klepto
Then as we were going to leave mom decided to say thanks to teh piano guy and he gave her a free CD.
Anyway we left with a pretty reasonable bill and took a cab back to our hotel (4 blocks!). When we got to our hotel there was a band playing on the corner - 3 guys who were very rockin'. They had electric instruments and amps and a full drumset. Puts Boulder street performers to shame! They were selling CDs, so i bought one. Sadly, the cops pretty much cut them off exactly at 10:00. Which was kinda dumb, but laws...yay... :-\
And now I'm kinda drunk. That martini was strong LOL. City Life!
We found out that one of the hotels nearby (one of the FANcy ones) had a top-floor lounge w/ music and dancing and views of the city. So we got all dressed up - skirts, heels, makeup, jewelry and walked the two blocks (uphill no less) to the hotel only to find out it's closed for a private party.
We ask the guy at the front desk where to go for a better place. He gives us 2 options but one is in a slightly weird block with lots of beggars and the other is like 4 blocks away and up REALLY steep San Fran hills. The latter was the Mark Hopkins hotel and the lounge was called "Top of the Mark" which was pretty much the penthouse suite turned into the bar. We decided to go to that one, but rather than walking in our beautiful heels, in the wind, up the hills... we took a cab there!
And no, the cabbie did not laugh at us? At least not out loud hehe.
When we got there...this place...OMG. There was a 20 minute wait and an automatic $5 cover per guest for the live music (piano player) but since we just paid the cabbie about $5 we decided to stay. and eventually (less wait than 20 mins) got seated. Holy crap it was ritzy! The guests were all these business men and fancy old ladies. Our drinks were around $13 each.
Luckily it only takes me one to be set for the night. :-) No kidding. Mom too (when it's not scotch LOL). We each had a martini (but we had also had some scotches at the hotel beforehand). We are lushes, what can I say? We also ordered a salumi (deli meats) app to split. It was more expensive than a lot of meal plates in boulder. but it was pretty big and fabulous.
*gasp* I have to catch my breath, San Francisco is so wonderful! LOL
During the evening, I got hit on twice and checked out several more times but some reeeallly cute men in suits. *swooning!*. Mom also had the piano player flirting with her all night. He was hitting on her and asked her how many husbands she had. When she said "only one" he's like "oh, how about lovers?" She just rolled her eyes and laughed. Then he dedicated a song to us. No, it wasn't "Love Cats". :-D
As we weren't quite done being ritzy, we decided to order dessert. It was "molten" chocolate cake. However, it was actually quite. dry. So...I'm not proud of this...but I complained to the waiter. I mean for christ's sake it was 12 dollars! This is not Chili's where, sub-par molten cake is almost expected....But, other than that it was pretty good, the topping had crunchy carmelized sugar on it and there was fresh fruit and vanilla sauce which was pretty decadent. But the waiter took the cake off the bill. That was nice. :-)
And i stole a pen. Me = pen klepto
Then as we were going to leave mom decided to say thanks to teh piano guy and he gave her a free CD.
Anyway we left with a pretty reasonable bill and took a cab back to our hotel (4 blocks!). When we got to our hotel there was a band playing on the corner - 3 guys who were very rockin'. They had electric instruments and amps and a full drumset. Puts Boulder street performers to shame! They were selling CDs, so i bought one. Sadly, the cops pretty much cut them off exactly at 10:00. Which was kinda dumb, but laws...yay... :-\
And now I'm kinda drunk. That martini was strong LOL. City Life!
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