Brewers vs. Giants in San Francisco

My Uncle Gary and Aunt Cari left early this morning without saying goodbye, and I was stranded in San Jose. They just kind of do that sort of thing sometimes, but at least they left me instructions on how to take the train to San Francisco. That's good for something, right? I decided to take it slow, despite wanting to get into the city for some goof around time before the 7:00 game tonight. I ate whatever food they had left lying around the hotel, which made for a unique and pretty looking breakfast.

The hotel shuttle took me to a train station, and along the way we passed by a liquor store. Since I knew I was going to spend at least the next hour on a train, I decided to grab some booze to help pass the time. A lot of situations call for a bottle of Bacardi, but being stranded in Campbell, California with no idea of how to get anywhere definitely needed it. I needed to get drunk to figure it out.

There was some fruit left over. Strawberries and bananas to be exact. So I came up with a genius idea to combine them, knowing that there was no way in hell that someone came up with this before, right? I mean strawberry banana? Who in their right mind what eat something like that? You'd have to be certifiably insane to consume a combination that wacky. Since I am borderline insane (albeit not clinically recognized by the State of Wisconsin) I can just get away with this odd delicacy. And who'd a thunk - it wasn't half bad. I may be on to something... 

I only had about 5 hours in which to goof off around San Francisco, so you would think I'd take advantage of what little time I had, right? Obviously you don't know me then. I sat on my ass and watched Home Improvement. And I lived like a king while doing my best Tim "The Toolman" Taylor grunt. This day started off with a bang.

Home

I knew that I was south of San Francisco, and therefore would have to travel North to get to my final destination. I was at some tiny train station in Campbell, and instead of figuring out how to get on the train, I was walking around laughing and thinking of Wayne Campbell and reciting Wayne's World lines to myself.

Waiting is never fun. Some places, like DisneyWorld or Great America try to make the line wait more fun by putting themed goofy shit in them, but in the end your just standing there waiting. But booze has the magical ability to make boring things more tolerable. I really wanted to get to San Francisco so I could goof around, but since I was operating on someone else's schedule, I decided to ease back and relax. I put on some music, downed a bottle of Bacardi, sat on the upper level of the train, and watched the scenery pass by. Not a bad time at all.

I had to take a small local train and connect to a larger regional train. When I stopped, this train station was just how I imagined it would be, complete with wooden benches. I haven't had too much experience in the rail system, which is why I missed the next train to San Francisco. See, you had to go through this tunnel under the tracks and into the station house to purchase tickets from a vendor or a kiosk, and by the time I got back up to the tracks, the train was pulling away, so I would have to wait for the next one or try to run alongside it and jump on board like a hobo does. I wasn't about to risk my life, so I went back to the station house to mix a Bacardi and Mountain Dew for the wait.

When I got off of the train, I was right in the heart of the city, so I figured that I would have no problem navigating around town, right? I suppose I normally would have been able to figure this shit out, but once the Bacardi takes hold of me, I might as well just forget about taking logical steps to figure things out. It makes for a lot of fun times because I just kind of wander around and go with the flow. That is when some of the most random things happen to me, and unless you have a firm deadline (I kind of did, with a 7:00 start time of the game tonight) this is the way to go. The only things that I needed to do in San Francisco before I went home was to eat seafood at Fisherman's Wharf and ride a cable car. Anything on top of that would be a bonus, so I set out to accomplish my goals and see what other kind of random mischief that I could get my drunken ass into.

I was just about to get serious about looking at the train route map, but then the movie quotes made a comeback when I saw this sign and suggested that we go to the Winchester, just like my hero Shaun (in the hilarious zombie movie 'Shaun of the Dead.') If I wasn't heading to San Francisco, I would've gone just to say I did.