Monday, May 14, 2018. 30 years ago today, Emily and I got married. Yikes. Long ntime. I am amazed. 30 years. My folks made 55 but Mom died. My in laws are still going, today is their 59th anniversary. Which makes next year the diamond anniversary. Double yikes. I woulda killed my father in law long before now. Lol.
So back to us. What do you do to celebrate 30 years. Besides a huge, cleansing exhale? We are going out to dinner in San Francisco. That’s it. Hey, every day is a party around here. I used the SF Chronicle Top 100 restaurant book as a starting point. Two weeks ago. Sadly, most of the top places need several months in advance to get a reservation. So, I just ran thru the internet listings until I found a reservation when I wanted it. It was at Marlowe which is near AT&T Park. Just took a shot at it, but it is recommended.
I know what you are thinking, today is a Monday. Work? Ya, I went to work till 2. Boring. Emily left an hour early from her job. That’s it. Those are perks of having the same job for over 20 years. Leaving early.
Well, we hit the road about 330. You have to leave for SF early enough to miss all the traffic or you add an hour or more to your trip. We had a reservation for 630. Well, we missed all the traffic and got to our reserved parking spot by 515. Cool. So we walked around. Found some cool spots to check out. Then went to the restaurant for a pre dinner cocktail.
I checked in with the hostess and she said she might find a table sooner than six thirty. We went to the bar.
Well, I have to say, I spilled my guts on my Yelp review. And I can’t figure out how to insert an active link. Try this https://www.yelp.com/biz/marlowe-san-francisco-2?hrid=0hHEQHWeKV9_Jr5ZgkrTXQ&utm_source=ishare&utm_content=review. Tells all u need to know. My fine review on Yelp.
Well, we got a table before we even settled onto our bar stools. The review, above, starts here.
We were at dinner for a couple hours. Nice meal, I had a window seat. In a city like SF, the window seat is nice. You get to see all the crazies walking around. Anytime my gazeblingeredbout the window, I noticed that Emily turned around to see what I was staring at. It’s the floor show part of dinner.
By he time we hit the end, we were absolutely and painfully full. Which is fine, for occasions. Every day and I would be a fat pig. We left the restaurant at about 8 and drive home. The Giants game was still going (they won!) so there was zero traffic. We were home in an hour, not even dark out. We must be getting old.
So, #30 is behind us. I told Emily to start planning 60. She said she would be dead by then. I told her she can’t count on that. Celebrating always end, and you go back to everyday. So, in honor of that we went to bed early.