It was 3:30 am and I was suppose to be jumping out of bed to take Mr. Right to the airport. Didn’t happen. He went, I didn’t. My leg was not cooperating and I am unable to drive today. As I type this morning at 9:00 am he is walking into a meeting in San Francisco.
I asked the usual, how was your flight? He flew Virgin. He said instead of working the entire flight, he played video games. With the use of head phones and the screens in the back of each seat and the lure of the almighty video game called to him………..he said time literally flew by! Sort of nice to hear. He said when you walk on those planes all the windows are closed. There is purple neon lighting up everything. He said it was pretty neat.
The last time we were in San Francisco was March of 2002. It was our 20th wedding anniversary trip. Unforgettable is the perfect way to describe it. First thing as we stepped into the hotel room, Mr. Right accidentally broke his toe on one of the suitcases! Then we noticed that both suitcases were locked and we might have left the keys at home. We made a phone call to the front desk. They sent someone to cut off the locks (not the toe). Knock at the door, I jumped up to get it. I kid you not, I opened the door and almost fainted. It was a women maintenance worker. Love that women work all sorts of jobs, amen. Anyhow, she was well over 6’5″ tall, was a very buxom (love that adjective), large and in charge “Rosie the Riveter” type of gal. Some people just fill up all the space around them. She wore a work jumpsuit and carried these HUMONGOUS bolt cutters (I think she could have just used her bare hands) two quick snips, done. She said, have a good day and quietly and surpisingly graceful gait, left. We were silent. We looked at each other and fell on the bed in hysterical laughter. We belly laughed and laughed until we had tears. You can well imagine the next five days of vacation, sometimes, out of the blue, we erupted all over again. We broke down in tears of laughter in the parking lot of the California Palace of the Legion of Honor (Fine Arts Museum of San Francisco), Alcatraz, Bay Cruise, Cable car, Golden Gate Bridge, Chinatown….. & these are not super funny places. Heck, I am smiling now thinking about it.
We chose the restaurant to celebrate our 20th anniversary. We read about it on line. We called a taxi. We were dressed and happy and anxious. Never mind that it was the taxi drivers first day on the job & he spoke Russian, only Russian. He dropped us off on the corner because of construction. We walked about a half a block. There in front of us was the boarded up and abandoned was “our” restaurant. As you might have guessed, fits of laughter. Standing on the sidewalk in Chinatown. While standing in our good clothes in the middle of a construction zone, trying to come up with a Plan B.
We were hungry and asked a teenager shop keeper a good place to eat. She told us to where to go. It was one dirty looking door, no name just the address number 854 (burned into my memory bank), dumpy, sad, not inviting in any sense of the word place. Hey, we were hungry, we opened the door. There were seven tables, the only sign written in English said share tables if seats are open. They only spoke Chinese. It was a family running the place. It was called “Lucky Creation Vegetarian Restaurant”. They called one of their teenagers, who spoke English to come talk to us. Of course we were extremely, extremely over dressed and he asked us why? We told him it was our 20th anniversary. From that moment on, we were treated like royalty. We were treated with kindness and fussing like you have never experienced. As we could not read the menu, they chose what we would eat. Oh my, one of the best vegetarian meals of our lifetime. It was indeed lucky that we ended up there. Unlike anything we have ever experinced, we felt a true sense of celebration and kindness towards us. It was almost insulting the small amount that they charged for such a wonderful meal and experience. We left a generous tip, bowed to each person and thanked them.
Our holiday unfolded with the honor of dining at “Millennium” quite possibly the best restaurant, ever. We were honored the next night to dine at “Greens”. Our reservation was chosen, window table, for the sunset, over the Golden Gate Bridge (yes, you can request that exact time and they have several tables reserved for that). We experienced Ghirardelli Square, and Pier 39. Mr. Right gave me the most elegant string of pink fresh water pearls with matching earrings to celebrate. That vacation, I was offered marijuana on a city bus (I was polite and said no, but thank you for offering). This time Mr. Right dissolved into laughter. We also experienced a man with a gun one evening as we made our way to dinner. The cable car conductor was full of personality and made it the perfect time to roll with laughter.
Technology is a fickle but lovable lady. The review we read on line about the restaurant forgot to tell us they were no longer in business. I have already received a couple e-mails and a phone call from Mr. Right today while on business in beautiful San Francisco. The same amazing technology of our time, will bring Mr. Right home tonight for a late supper at our dining room table. I will use technology to share this blog with a niece planning a trip to vacation in SF.
However, something tells me that our “Rosie” is still out there with her simple, sturdy, bolt cutters helping another couple make great memories full of laughter.
Grace Happens. Sometimes disguised as laughter, but oh it happens.