February 3, 2005

a little splurge

And I’m going First Class to San Francisco thanks to my over-extended American Airlines Advantage Mastercard and my numerous shopping sprees.

Walk on past you cattle!

Walk on past and don’t bump me, causing me to spill my free cocktails.

goin to California…

Its that time of year again.

Yep! Time for my semi-annual trek to the dentist. Only, well, I’m a little bit eccentric with my dentist. He’s in San Francisco, and I’m in Chicago. I know! I know! Why don’t you get a dentist in Chicago you’re all asking? I have a very good reason.

I’m a very loyal man. I’ve been with this dentist longer than any other single person in my life (immediate family excepted)

When I first moved her, the company that relocated me agreed to my returning to the Bay Area twice a year for visits. (dental, work related, etc) I got into the groove of flying back home every 6 months for my dentist appointment, so much so, that even though I no longer work for that company, I still keep my appointments in San Francisco.

Oh, there was once that I tried to change. The Cowboy had raved about his dentist so I decided to forgo the trip west and give him a try. Big Mistake. Though they were pleasant enough, my mouth never hurt more for a simple cleaning. My gums bled for close to a week after the hygienist poked and prodded and scraped for an extended time. I vowed that when my mouth healed, I’d never switch dentists again.

So I booked my flight and I’m headed out. The funny thing is… It just so happens to coincide with a little social gathering I used to partake in while I lived there.

This being the case required a little change of plans. Originally, I had planned on spending the entire trip in the south bay with The Republican, but then I learned of this event’s timing and made a coffee date with a sexy beast and added that to the mix. As I was telling the Republican of my commitments for the weekend, we devised a devious plan.

Arrive Thursday evening:

  • Drink, dinner, drink.

    • Friday:

  • I take the train to the city and visit my favorite dentist in the world.
  • I head to the Castro for some spanking new eyeglass frames
  • The Republican zooms up in her SL600 convertible (yes that’s the 12 cylinder)
  • We lunch
  • We head back to the south bay and hit our favorite spots for sushi, oysters, In-N-Out, Martinis, Margaritas (you get the picture here)

    • Saturday:

  • Wake up late with a killer hangover
  • grab a super greasy lunch (perhaps Jack in the Box)
  • Spend most of the day together
  • She’s checking me into a hotel that night in the city
  • Dinner/Drinks in the city
  • wave goodbye
  • I’m off to that little social event I mentioned earlier

    • Sunday:

  • BART to the airport
  • Flight home

    • Monday:

  • return to work with clean teeth, new glasses, and hopefully I’ll have a big satisfied grin on my face!

    • Oh how I miss California.