San Francisco: Long Time No See

Saturday morning marks the start of another adventurous weekend in the life of Perin. An early rise and shine followed by a strong cup-a-coffee and some cereal for myself and 1 hour workout at the San Francisco Bay Club for the missus. I still feel tired from the past weeks long working hours while Erin is alive'n'kickin', fully energized and already out the door for the second mission for the weekend: to test drive the new Mini Cooper S. All this before 10am PDT. I'm telling you - what is the world coming too.

My saturday approach differs from my wife's. I'm already thinking about the next cup of java and looking forward to a very tranquil weekend including the regular attributes: wine-drinking, book-reading and cigar-smoking. I've a pretty good feeling that I can convince her. It might cost me a Mini Cooper S though.

The top of the Golden Gate Bridge is now visible through the fog and the sky is April-blue. I can see the Marin Headlands from our bedroom window and am contemplating if I should dust of the MTB and head over for an aggressive run. I decide not to. As much as I need and should work out I feel that this weekend needs to be in honor of good old fashioned hedonism. The kind when you allow yourself to reflect on the good times between every sip of wine and don't hesitate to choose the don'ts over the do's.

I do think reflection and thinking is something very European while execution and decision-making is very American. If you put them both together - like nitro and glycerin - you have something very explosive. But - and this is a helluva but - let's not mix that drink this weekend.

I'm going to try to enjoy our weekend in San Francisco, the first one for quite some time, as if I was a tourist - accidental but not ignorant (i.e. no Fisherman's Wharf crap, Spikey).