That phrase was uttered on Friday morning in San Bruno, because we had been on a three day bender.
We arrived in San Bruno wine in hand, ready to go and spent pretty much the whole time we weren’t looking for jobs in an altered state. Hanging out in the Mission District in Frisco, the neighborhood bar in San Bruno, or at the home of our gracious hosts, Chris and Jessica. It wasn’t all drinking, we did look for work and housing while we were there, but we definitely did our best to have fun.
San Bruno was more than a suburb of San Francisco, it seemed to have a personality all it’s own and we got to know it pretty well the in short time we were there. Between the various groceries, junk shops, bakeries, the aforementioned bar, and a really great Burmese restaurant we could get pretty much whatever we needed right around the corner. There was the store that broke my heart, with the records stored horizontally, waiting to warp. It still brings a tear to my eye.
We were there for three days, and I guess it could qualify as a bender. I must thank Chris for my new found adoration of Tacate beer, good and cheap, my only criteria for beer, and Jessica for the quote that is the title of this post. Oh, yeah, also for the couch to sleep on and the hospitality during our short but fun stay.
