Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Eye Surgery and the Wedding Weekend






Since it has been such a long time since we have posted I figured it would be wise to split the events of the two weeks into 3 separate posts.

After arriving back in Dallas we had a quick lunch and then headed to Plano for our eye exams. Veronica’s eyes were perfect, but once I got in the chair we found out that my right eye had a buildup of crystals behind the flap that did not dissolve as the doctors had hoped. Since we were leaving the next day early, they had to immediately open up my eye to scrape the crystals out. Not gonna lie, it was a little freaky having everything happen that fast. The doctor took care of it, and I went home to rest for a couple of hours before going back to the office to make sure the flap was okay.

That night we had a great steak dinner at the house and took it easy. We woke early, actually an hour earlier than we needed to because the clock was wrong, and then headed to DFW to catch our flight to San Fran. The flight felt short, and we arrived to a cold and grey day in San Francisco. Met up with my Peace Corps buddies Johnny and Jeff at the airport, and we took the BART into the city. Of course when we got the Hilton Veronica and I’s room was not ready for an early check in so we dumped our bags in Jeffrey and Jennifer’s room and headed out for a little snack before going to the welcome picnic at Golden Gate Park. After finally finding the picnic (Golden Gate park is big, and not to mention pretty amazing!) we grubbed on burgers and hot dogs and caught up with each other. Five years is a long time not to have seen friends who shared such a weird experience like living in Chuuk.

Everyone headed from the picnic to Oakland to go watch the A’s play the Boston Red Sox’s. The game was fun, and we had some ballpark nachos, which are always a tasty treat. The A’s pitcher threw a one-hitter, and the game sped along quite fast. I was stoked to see when we were leaving that a huge banner of Ricky Henderson adorned a wall commemorating his MLB stolen base record. Ricky was my absolute idol while I was growing up playing baseball. Cool stuff.

Getting onto the BART after the game was a bit chaotic, but it actually went a bit faster than I expected after seeing the masses that were in line. Jeffrey’s cousin Colin went to the game with us and took us out in the Mission afterwards. Hung out at two cool bars for a bit and then headed over to Colin’s place to see how a young person lives in San Francisco. It had been a long day, so after grabbing a late night slice of pizza we hopped into a cab and made our way back to the Hilton. For the record, the bed at the Hilton was heaven. Veronica and I could have lived in that bed it was so big and comfortable!

Sunday morning we awoke and caught a cable bar over to Fisherman’s Wharf with Johnny. After meeting up with Jeffrey and Jennifer we split up for lunch. I had seen the In-N-Out and my mind was completely focused in its desire to scarf down a delectable Double Double cheeseburger animal style. Only those who have experienced the holiness of having an In-N-Out burger can understand that it is more than a burger. In fact, it is a religious experience for your tongue and belly. It had been 4 years since I last had one, and Veronica was a newcomer to the bliss of In-N-Out. As you can see from the picture, Veronica was a fan.

Before long we had to head back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding. Sonia and Chris had arranged some cable cars to take guests to the wedding. Cruising through San Francisco to the wedding in the cable car was so choice. The wedding was being held in Stern Grove, a park in the South of San Fran. The ceremony was gorgeous, set underneath huge trees that smelled so crisp. Speaking of crisp, the air was crisp as well, so it was a good thing we found out that we were sat inside for the dinner reception. The wedding was such a fun time. Good food, great friends, tasty cocktails and dancing made it a night to remember. I love weddings, nothing else quite compares to the happy times afforded by such a glorious occasion.

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