The Bae Area by Corinne Keener

We flew in to San Francisco a few days after we were married in late October. I kind of had to be talked into the trip, because when I was maybe 15 I decided that I had no interest in the state because I had "east coast sensibilities." I'm not sure what I thought that meant. Hedge funds? Private school? Dunkin' Donuts?

Either way, I've been to both coasts now, and none of my teenage notions hold up to any real scrutiny, because I love them both for reasons I wouldn't have ever considered.

Here are some reasons San Fransisco is great:

  • Plants I grow in my house grow outside and they are bigger than I am.
  • You can be in the city and then at the ocean, pretty much just like that.
  • Go north of town, drive through a neighborhood, go down a hill that you're pretty sure is not safe for motor vehicles, you're in a National Monument full of redwood trees.
  • The hills are great for your glutes and also for unbeatable vantage points.
  • Drive four-ish hours east. See Half Dome from the Yosemite Valley.
  • Get any kind of food you want, it's probably just around the corner.
  • Public transportation.
  • So many good doggos.
  • So much good bouganville.
  • Never stop singing "Everywhere You Look" everywhere you look.
  • A guy outside of a cafe on a Wednesday morning drinking champagne.
  • The Musée Mécanique is the best place to spend $5 in the whole world.
  • Just kind of wing dinner plans and end up at the top of Lombard Street after you had resigned to not getting to go up Lombard Street.
  • Just kind of wing everything and still have a very fun time.

One thing San Fransisco needs to improve upon:

  • Donuts.

I have far too many photos for one post, and I like them far too much to edit them down to make one reasonable sized blog entry, so I'm going to share them in two parts. Here's Part One: San Francisco, Muir Woods National Monument and Muir Beach, Maverick's Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge via Marshall's Beach, the Musée Mécanique, a Giant Camera that is also a holograph museum, Sutro Baths, etc. I'll post photos from our visit to Yosemite next week.


new orleans by Corinne Keener

In which we get engaged, hop on a plane, eat some gourmet pork rinds, pay too much for a hotel room above the loudest bar in the world so we don't sleep, but we do get to listen to a genuine Cajun janitor attempt to fix our toilet, get on a bus to Alabama, hang out on the beach with my mom, eat all of the seafood, hide out from a tornado, get on a bus back to Louisiana, move into an old Greek revival bed and breakfast with slanting floors and a thirteen inch CRT TV, meet some cats, walk all around the French Quarter three or four times, order beignets and coffee (twice - Café Beignet is the superior choice, btw), visit a pharmacy museum, take 500 photos with my camera's faulty focus, listen to great live music, ride a tandem bicycle, and fly back home.


(Also, Michael Pollan's four-part documentary Cooked on Netflix is so great and has almost nothing to do with this post except for that we watched it during this week and I feel like I need to tell you to watch it instead of Fuller House because Fuller House is an abomination and shouldn't exist. I just read somewhere that it's getting a second season and I am outraged. I haven't been this mad since someone promised to bring Sandy's Donuts to work and instead showed up with Dunkin'. So, I really need you to watch the good things that Netflix comes out with or they're going to reboot Step by Step or - god forbid - Saved by the Bell, and honestly, I don't think I could survive that.)

Any way, New Orleans is a great time. Maybe even the best time.

Now to plan a wedding.