If you don’t already know (you bettah), the San Francisco Giants baseball team just won game 7 of the World Series in Kansas City, Missouri. (K.C. claims to be some kind of big and bad barbeque town, but it will take an entire San Francisco Bay filled with their best barbeque sauce to compensate us for the humiliating defeat of our Boys in game 6 by the Royals!)
Oh yes, the Giants put their fans through torture, as they refer to some of their, ahem, challenging innings, but in the end “THEY GOT IT DONE.” It was an awesome orange and black experience (the Giants team colors are also the colors of Halloween). Orange you glad I told you about this?
Congrats to the team, to their legion of devoted fans & to the San Francisco Bay Area. I’m really down with both Hunter Pence & Mad Bum….Madison Bumgarner, that is. Did ya know that we’re BOTH left-handed? He was SO calm, cool & collected while he pitched. I was SO NOT. (I hope that nobody royal in the United Kingdom is too upset over Kansas City’s loss.) It has been said, that while K.C. may have the ROYALS, San Francisco got the CROWN!
JOLLY GOOD SHOW, I say. Gooooo Giants! October is also a month for par-tays:
The old man & I recently celebrated our wedding anniversary at Phil Lesh’s Terrapin Crossroads in San Rafael, California. I went there for my birthday dinner two years ago and the hubby took a photo of Phil dining near the top of the staircase. No live music in the house that evening and no birthday serenade from our European waiter, either. That was summa bummer, but the ample, fantastic food and the setting by a scenic canal left me in a quite joyful mood.
So for this year’s wedding anniversary we decided that brunch at the Terrapin Crossroads was just the ticket. (What I really wanted was a ticket to a Furthur concert!) Our big day was on a Sunday and there was a live Dead performance (sounds funny, huh?) from the Terrapin Family Band scheduled for early afternoon. Phil’s restaurant staff asked my hubby if we were celebrating anything special when he called for a reservation, and he told them we were. A smart move on hubby’s part, as they gifted us with a tasty, tiered arrangement of fruit-filled, sugar-dusted donuts with a lit candle placed on top. Good job they didn’t use a candle for every year we’ve been married, ‘cause if we set the place ablaze, patrons likely would have flung them-selves en-masse into the canal. And we would have been so busted on our wedding anniversary. We chowed- down on our yummy brunch entrees and I quaffed sparkling wine and lemony chilled water. (Not from the canal, I hope!) After all, it was a very hot day in San Rafael (95 degrees), and the house was packed. After drinking all those fluids I really needed to visit the facilities, and who do you think I saw tuning his guitar on my way to the loo? Why, Phil Lesh of course! What an unexpected anniversary surprise. I yelled out, “Hi Phil!” excitedly wielding my tie-dye cane. Probably thought I arrived via Crazy Train. I may have given him that impression.
The band put on a FABULOUS show: two sets of more than 45 minutes each, with Grateful Dead tunes galore. I was so close to the stage as Phil played and sang along with his son Grahame & three other musicians. Their stage may have been teeny tiny, but the music totally rocked! What a thrill to actually see a member of the Grateful Dead perform many of the band’s famous tunes. The fans were in a euphoric state of bliss…or was it just me? I did notice a very hot (and not from the indoor heat) bar server boogying-on-down, balancing his tray thru an aroused Deadhead crowd. (I know, I know I was there for my wedding anniversary, but this particular employee should not dance that hot. Mama Mia.) The hubby was thrilled he only had to pay for brunch, which was our cheapest “Dead” concert ever! I was thrilled to see even one member of the famous band perform at such close range. Merci, Henri: YOU rocked! We continued to party throughout Rocktober: Six days later, we headed to MLK Jr. Park in Berkeley for the first annual “Shakedown Street Festival.” Yours truly & the old man were decked-out in our usual celebratory tie-dye for this freeee event (did I mention it was free?). There was a sizable crowd on hand for a show that wasn’t that heavily advertized. But it’s destined to become a major event for the Deadhead community and the city of Berkeley. There were lots of groovy craft booths, food, beverages, and lots of groovy people to see and commune with. The famous photographer Rosie McGee was there selling her fab new book and Grateful Dead pictures that she herself took back in the day. A great lady, she is. You can find out more about her at rosiemcgee.com.
The live music was even wilder than I thought it would be. Love that tune, “Shakedown Street.” Oh, and David Gans, KPFA Radio host of “Dead to the World” is himself amazing. He rocked the crowd playing numerous Grateful Dead classics along with other established musicians of note. The guys played until after 8pm and nobody wanted this festival to come to an end. (Well, maybe my terrapin-topped hubby did.) See you next year, man. My next reason to party was my birthday, and don’t bother asking which one. The old boy and I traveled to Marin County to have afternoon tea at the British Inn I told everyone about in April. It was another beautiful weather day, with just a finger or two of fog visible on the coastal mountain road leading to Muir Beach. I could see a horse being led from a barn across a quiet country road, while Celtic music emanated from somewhere in the Inn. It was all very idyllic. I just love sipping tea… it’s so very civilized.
We took the winding coastal road back to the highway that leads to the Golden Gate Bridge and into the City of San Francisco. You do know what they say about drinking too much tea, don’tcha? Oh, yeah, you do. Unfortunately there were NO public restrooms or port-a-loos anywhere to be found. But a whole lotta traffic, however. Following a truck laden with portable potties, I BEGGED the driver to pull-over so I could use one: “It’s my birthday, and I gotta go …NOW!” “Sorry lady, but they’re all over-loaded, filled to the brim.” “And so am I!!”…. leaked I.
It was a pity I could not use a potty after my birthday tea party.
The old man had a par-tay, too, and I’ll say goodbye to Rocktober by asking that everyone please remember the late John Lennon whose birthday was on October 9th. This former Beatle asked us to “imagine all the people living life in peace.” Do imagine that. And then I’d like to suggest that we also “Imagine all the people laughing as they live their lives in peace.” Imagine how healing that would be.
Peace, love & the absolute joy of healing laughter,