New Year’s Eve in San Francisco Union Square…
He’s been here each time we pass, like for 3-4 days… He doesn’t seem to be asking for money…
This guy is, though – he’s got a graffiti-ed saxophone and a surprisingly clean and fairly well-fed canine companion who dug in his bag and got out a cleaned out bone to chew and play with on the street…
I originally wanted to give him some money and take a pic but then 3 white guys walked by holding a large american flag and Saxophone-And-Dog Guy turned and started yelling at them for being wussy enough to carry the flag around and to “come over here and lemme tell you somethin’ about America!”
Which is why I’m dancing around the pillar to get a picture instead of walking up to him (I wanted a pic of the relatively well-kept dog playing with a bone as shoppers bustle about)
And there’s this one below…
My husband made me post this one. (Sigh. For better or for worse, right?)
(If you didn’t get this, you are in the majority of the population of Normal People Who Aren’t Bankers. Heck, you need to work for a certain French bank of the red-and-black to get it)
There they are… Retribution may be sought at the Bar Norcini, just off Union Square
(Ok, maybe not, as they ride off into the sunset, but I would still recommend the Pecorino Brillo, which is a sheep milk cheese soaked in Chianti wine, and the Marin French Blue…)
We have a quiet dinner of supermarket takeout (love the vegetarian dal) and Whatever’s On Tv (David Blane), thinking the closest we’ll come to 2011 fanfare is the Chantix (the drug for quitting smoking) commercial, “‘My little boy helped me with the countdown – 5 days, 3 days..’. …A new year with Chantix”
But Rockstar isn’t falling asleep, and at midnight the sound of fireworks brings Kings rushing in the bedroom. “You can see the fireworks from the living room window!” We all rush out.
My hurriedly snapped iPhone pics wayy don’t do this justice. It’s the best display + view we can remember (and in HK we actually drove out early for fireworks displays – it was crowded, people were pushing, the view was ho-hum, we left halfway).
We stand in the darkened apartment all 3 of us, arms around each other, and watch.
New Year’s Resolution: To remember our blessings – in all our interactions with others.
Happy New Year 2011!!
