Awesome Giants Opener in SF

What a great day!  I had gone to SF on Caltrain to visit the Moscone Convention Center for a Marketing convention.  After listening to the CEO of Marketo, I got to see Hillary Clinton, live!  The whole convention was very exciting, with cool music playing and a very upbeat vibe.  Completely different than teaching conventions.    After Hillary was finished speaking, I went downstairs to check out the booths but they weren’t to open for another 30 minutes.

Knowing it was the Giants Home Opener, I decided to blow off going to the booths and instead walked down to the ballpark.  I decided to go to the Public House since I didn’t have a ticket and wasn’t willing to fork out $100 for half a game.

I arrived in the 4th inning and got a seat right at the bar.  I started talking to the couple to my right and then to the guy on my left.  The guy on my left had a ticket, fully paid for, but his friend had it and was inside the stadium.  The guy (can’t remember his name) kept texting his friend to bring him his ticket but the friend was evidently drunk and wouldn’t read his texts.  He just kept texting the guy I was talking to about how drunk he was.

Soon the Giants’ lead increased to 6 to 3.  Everyone went crazy.  Then we got one more at the end of the game.  All the people from the game then came into the Public House and it got a little crazy.  The bartender, who was already a jerk the whole time, got REALLY irritated with the crowd.  He needed a serious attitude adjustment.

After leaving the Public House, I went to look for food.  There was a very rustic building about half a block north of the train station, on 4th.  I can’t remember the name of it but they had excellent tacos and other Mexican food.  I had a taco which was giant and filled me up.  Then caught the baby bullet train around 6:00 and made it to San Jose by 7:00.

Great day!

Not So Fun Saturday Night

So I went to a new meetup group last weekend.  It was a foodie meetup which I thought sounded fun because I love food.   It was very strange though.  At first, everyone welcomed me but after a few minutes, everyone at my table was playing on their cellphones and nobody was talking.  Everyone except one person was Asian or East Indian, and most of them came with a friend so the friends were busy talking only with one another.  I was facing the wall so I stared at it until I could get a menu to stare at.  I had been really excited about the carmelized brussel sprouts with bacon and onions.  I ordered that with a glass of wine but they were out of the brussel sprouts.  So I ordered the lettuce wedge salad which was supposed to have bacon, pine nuts, and pomegranate seeds and sounded delicious.  I had them switch out the blue cheese for ranch dressing.

As I waited for my snack, I tried to get a conversation going and we talked a little about other meetups we went to.  One guy said he usually goes to Asian meetups.  This struck me as very odd.  Why are there Asian meetups when Asians make up 35-50% of the population here?  This puzzles me. I can’t imagine starting a Caucasian meetup (since we only make up close to 30% of the population).  People might call me a racist or accuse me of not appreciating diversity of the Bay Area or something.  Just a thought…

I chugged my wine because I was uncomfortable.  Finally my $9 wedge salad arrived, minus the pine nuts and pomegranate seeds.  There must have been a cup of ranch dressing poured into the cracks and crevices of the wedge.  After a few bites, I turned it upside down, pouring out the extra ranch dressing.  I looked around to see if anybody noticed.  Nobody did.

I quickly finished and left, saying I was tired.   Walking down Santa Clara Street, I found myself behind a homeless guy.  He was talking to himself, sort of angry, but I didn’t think much of it.  A young couple was walking about 15 feet to a diagonal left in front of him.  I soon noticed that his ranting was directed toward the couple.  I stayed to the right, put my hood on, and walked quickly.  Soon he was sort of running towards the couple and yelling louder something like they make him sick, they think they’re better than he is,…

As the young guy helped the girl into the passenger door, the homeless guy pushed the young guy against the minivan.  I was torn, thinking I needed to help, but there was one of me, three of the victims, and one angry homeless guy that was all wound up.  I kept walking with my head down up to the next block where the VTA light rail is for my trip to my car.   Very scary, weird night.

Come follow me on my adventures

” I absolutely refuse to let life pass me by. If I have a chance to do something fun and nobody else wants to go, I’ll go by myself, darnit” — Brunhilda

I am Brunhilda. Yes, it is a terrible name but I’ve been stuck with it all my life and I guess it’s too late to change it.  I’m not a Viking princess, I’m not a witch.  It’s just a made up name.

I don’t have two huge blonde braids and I don’t weigh 200 pounds, so there.

Ill be be writing on this blog about my adventures.  Most of the time my friends are too busy or just not interested in the things I want to do so I just take off only own and usually have just as much fun that way.