SF Dreaming

(Board post... because skit doubts I am using this blog for its original purpose any more)

I went to San Francisco with friends... real friends maybe? At long last? Maybe. A round robin email gathered up a few souls (well, five) to see Superman at the IMAX. On the one hour train journey, we chatted amiably about our courses, adapting to America and so on. In San Francisco my suggestions on where to go for lunch were greeted with enthusiasm so we grabbed lunch to go from Wholefoods and ate in the park. On the way Pablo said "The buildings here are so familiar to me... it took me a while to work out that I knew them from Charmed." On my look, "no, I am not ashamed to admit it." I grinned and confessed my once obsession with the show. We sat in the sunshine and chatted about this and that but the chat turned to silence. Tentatively, I mentioned that it would be nice if we could see the Spider-man trailer (we didn't- I didn't really expect we would). Sudan grinned and said "have you been watching that?" "Been watching that?" I said, picking up on the odd choice of words. "That implies you know me and my Spidey-obsessed ways!" He replied, "Well, personally I have been doing work and flicking back to the apple site to watch it every hour or so." Sigh. Cue Spider-man 3 discussion mainly about Venom and why as a generation we are prone to being Spidey fans. After the film my day was made even better by discovering a comic book shop in the cinema complex. There were no copies of Civil War or any tie-ins left but I found a bound volume of Supreme Powers: Nighthawk. At the counter the guy asked "is this for you?" looking impressed with my choice. "It's really good, incredibly dark." I replied that I was a fan of the Supreme Powers writer and adored how dark it could be, citing the mass slaughter in the previous volume. Another guy at the counter asked whether I had read the Fantastic Four volumes by the writer and I confessed I hadn't because I didn't like the Fantastic Four... I may have made myself one enemy there but the first guy looked pleased. So, then we wandered the mean streets in search for a non-franchise coffee place and I scored by dragging everyone to the gate of Chinatown which actually has a rather nice French cafe and bar. Everyone was relaxed and chilled (it was rather cold in San Fran...). We caught the 7pm train home and I sat next to Pablo and discussed the nature of physics alongside comic books and Gaiman and Pratchett... It was sweet. Finally I went home and rewatched Doctor Who: Love & Monsters which really completed the warm buzz.

It was a fantastic day. If you ignore the first three hours spent watching football.