On Easter Sunday, Johnny and I had a conversation that went a little something like this:
*J denotes Johnny, S denotes Sheryll (me)
S: I really wish I could get out of LA for a few days.
J: Let’s go to San Francisco!
S: Ha! Yea, right. It’s already 4pm and we have dinner plans at 6.
J: So let’s go after dinner!
S: …What? Are you being serious?
J: Yeah! Let’s go!
S: I’m still suspicious…are you really being serious?!
J: YES! Pack your bag! We’re going to San Francisco!
And that was that. We decided at 4PM we were going to leave for San Francisco that night around midnight. I rushed to book a room in Union Square that accepted pets, did a load of laundry during dinner at my friends house and packed our bag.
It was a first for Jack, who’s normally left at home with my sister. But since she’s moved out, we took him with us. He was such a good puppy on the drive, sitting nestled in the back seat, asleep the entire time.
After a particularly hilarious 5 and a half hour drive north, filled with singalongs, Brazilian music and stops at gas stations in the middle of nowhere, Johnny and I reached Hotel Beresford around 5am. Arriving in San Francisco at that hour was beautiful. The sleepy city was just waking up, the fog rolling off of the bay. People were already milling about, getting coffee and waiting on bus. It was beautiful, and I was so inspired I could barely fall asleep.
The afternoon was filled with delicious lunch and coffee at SugarCafe, and walking around endlessly admiring the architecture. Union Square was alive with people, all soaking in the beautiful weather. Jack was a complete hit, getting a pet from nearly everyone we passed. Being the attention lover he is, he completely soaked it all up.
We had drinks at the charming and adorable pub attached to our hotel, The White Horse Tavern. It was the perfect bar for a romantic date: low lighting, quiet music, and an excellent bartender. It was a place I would have gone to even if it wasn’t attached to our hotel. If you are ever in San Francisco, I highly recommend it!
The next day was spent milling around Union Square and doing a little shopping. I wanted to go to the Fisherman’s Wharf for pictures, so we went for lunch. Johnny opted for more a ‘traditional’ Fisherman’s Wharf fare, a crab sandwich and clam chowder in a sourdough bowl. Me on the other hand, I had In N Out. Yeah, yeah, I know they are all over Los Angeles, but when you haven’t had a burger in over a month, In N Out calls to you. And it was DELICIOUS. I had no shame about that burger AT ALL.
Our last stop was to the Golden Gate Bridge. I’ve never managed to get good pictures, or even be able to go in decent weather, so I was extremely excited by the cloudless skies and perfect temperature. Johnny, Jack and I ran around the park, taking pictures and letting Jack play with the other puppies. It was the perfect ending to an very relaxing trip.
Honestly, the trip was more about Johnny and I really spending time with each other without the stress of being in LA trying to find an apartment. We sipped wine together in the White Horse Tavern, we walked around, talking about my new found freedom and our plans for Argentina. And even after over 5 years together, we managed to still learn something new about each other. It was completely refreshing and much needed. We came back to LA with some extra pep in our step. Now it’s time to plan my adventure to Las Vegas! ….And find an apartment.