All is well that ends...

I woke up as soon as my alarm clock rang Thursday morning, went into the living room and promptly went back to sleep on the couch. The next thing I knew, it was 7:20 am-the time I'm supposed to be at the bus stop to catch the metro train for the 40+ minute ride to work. My dilema: do I skip the shower, jump into some clothes and make a run for it? I could get to work just in time. HELL NO! Thanks to my childhood training, there was no way I could leave home without taking a shower no matter what the circumstances. Better late than stinking. Besides, I had to take my time and dress carefully in an outfit that could work for both the office and the event I would be attending in the evening.

Digression:
I'm sure we've all come into contact with people to whom a shower is a special event that is carefully rationed. I remember going to school with a girl who would only bathe approximately once a week. There were showers and bathtubs with hot water a-plenty but she couldn't be bothered. Even in the warmth of the Kenyan sun. Except, of course, her blond tresses that were always kept clean and well conditioned. Go figure.
End digression.

I scrounged around and found that I had just enough money for a cab. I washed, dressed and called the taxi company at 7:45. If they got there in 15 minutes, that would be plenty of time to get to work before 8:30. A few minutes after 8 am and still no sign of the cab. I started to panic and cussed myself out for going back to sleep. There's nothing I hate as much as being late to work. I am a closet control freak so I can't stand that helpless feeling when circumstances are so out of my control. The taxi finally shows up at 8:15 and I arrived at work ten minutes late.

That is when I realized that it was the 13th. Not that I'm too superstitious or anything but I braced myself for a day full of mishaps. Actually, the rest of the day went rather well complete with the sun coming out and breaking the monotony of the record breaking rains we have been having.

Right after work, I went to the legion of honor with my sister for a cocktail party and dinner hosted by her job. There were breathtaking veiws of the Golden Gate Bridge and the water. It was a fantastic evening of great wine, delicious food and pleasant company. We enjoyed the photo exhibit of the city then and now in celebration of the 100 years since the earthquake. Amazing how so much has changed yet some buildings and landmarks are exactly the same.

Happy Friday tout le monde!