I showed up seven days early to an event for the San Francisco Design Week. I didn’t realize it until I was at the front door. Come by next week! they said. We’ll have beer! Six designers — all beautiful and beautifully dressed — escorted me down the elevator. One had a skateboard.
Driving to San Francisco from San José is a trek of its own, and I figured I’d make the most out of the occasion. (That’s the polite way of saying I sat in traffic for two hours to get here so I damn well better enjoy myself).
I bought a hot dog from a hot dog booth (Polish sausage with sauerkraut, five bucks) and wandered around like I usually do in an unfamiliar city.