I better start documenting my San Francisco experiences, lest I forget. There’s been so many firsts. The first time I ate an It’s It, the first time I danced to dubstep, the first time I saw poopy toilet paper on the sidewalk, the first time I was hit on by a homeless person, the first time I saw a sea of naked breasts in public, oh I could go on for days.
This was a day of firsts.
It was my first time riding around San Francisco with someone who has a car.
This was the first time I saw Ocean Beach.
It was the first time I visited the Sutro Baths.
It was the first time I’d seen the Golden Gate Bridge since moving here. But a tiny glimpse it was.
It was the first time I ate a savory brunch and didn’t immediately regret not getting pancakes. Ok, maybe not the first. But it is on very rare occasion that this occurs.
And it was my first time taking a class at Yoga to the People.