Have you ever been to California? I hear some of you saying no. I hear some of you saying yes. Yes, I can hear blog people. It’s a gift. I also hear some of you telling me to get to the freaking point, already.
Well the point, if you could all untwist your knickers for a moment, is that I was in California last week. We visited San Fransisco, Alameda and even survived a couple of forays into Oakland.
I can hear you again, you know. I hear you saying, “That’s really swell, Nicky. But where are the naked people?! We saw ‘Naked People’ in the title and naked people is what we want!”
First off, let me say that I retract that statement about your knickers being in a twist. It is apparent to me now that you are not wearing knickers. Also, what a bunch of pervs! Sheesh.
So, back to California. Linda and Alex took us all over San Fransisco (and by all over, I mean Macy’s and Neiman Marcus because does anything else really matter?). One of the places we visited was the Castro district of San Fransisco, where nudity is completely legal. It didn’t take long for us to spot some “all-over-tans” and, being the dedicated blogger that I am, I whipped it out – my camera, you pervs! – and took a picture.
Afterwards, we stopped in Harvey’s (named after Harvey Milk) and had the most bestest Margaritas ever.
Speaking of most bestest, do you know what’s better than naked people and Margaritas? What do you mean “Nothing!”? I can hear you, remember?
Sigh. Honestly, I’m starting to worry about you people.
The most bestest thing about being in California was having the opportunity to meet some of my bestest blog buddies. Jayne, of In Jayne’s World, and Margaret, of Nanny Goats In Panties, drove from their corners of California for a little blogging foursome.
I do have to admit, though, that there were a couple of… unpleasant… aspects to California. While we were over at Chrissy field enjoying the view of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz, this hideously evil creature came over and tried to peck our eyes out.
But of course, this was nothing compared to the shock and horror I felt when Linda, Max and I went strolling through Linda’s lovely Alameda neighbourhood and ran smack dab into a cat that bears an eerie resemblance to my co-blogger Mike’s cat, Dobson.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make some aluminum foil hats.