Tommy and I ventured to San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood for our #coreyandtommydoearth adventure last night. Below is my post for our shared Corey and Tommy Do Earth web diary.
This is my first time writing about Tennis Tuesday on a Wednesday so please forgive me if it doesn't make much sense. Also, in the spirit of full disclosure, I'm rewatching the first season of The Newsroom as I type this so if some words are missing they're probably between the cushions of my couch.
After nearly a month of #coreyandtommydoearth-less Tuesdays, last night was much-needed. Although we were both tired, you for a more noble reason than I, I'm glad we stuck with our plan to explore the Tenderloin, which is widely believed to be San Francisco's seediest neighborhood.
The highlights of the evening are as follows:
- French fries at Super Duper
- French fries (and a guest appearance by Miss Kelly McGonigle) at Jasper's Corner Tap
- Getting lost on the way to Aunt Charlie's Lounge despite our close proximity to Aunt Charlie's Lounge
- Peeing in the urinal at Aunt Charlie's Lounge
- Conversing with you about high school spring break at Aunt Charlie's Lounge
- Eating stale popcorn (and almost a staple) at Aunt Charlie's Lounge
Although we didn't pay much attention to this aspect of the Tenderloin last night, I'd be remiss if I didn't point out how lovely the buildings are in that part of town. They look like they've been through hell and back yet they still seem very sturdy, which is the best trait in a building, I think. Oh, and today I thought about how last night I was thinking about how strange it was that the Tenderloin only has two gay bars, but then I remembered that I grew up in a place with less gay bars and I felt like smiling at the good fortune I have to be living in this place right now.
Anyway, I can't wait for next week's adventure in the Sunset!
Love yer face!
P.S. I don't mean to get "all real" about #coreyandtommydoearth, but I've been thinking a lot about that police officer/homeless man altercation that we stumbled upon and I cannot believe that a cop would kick and shove a homeless person (or any person) especially in light of what's been such a focus in our country in recent weeks. Also, I've spent some time wondering about where that homeless man's family is and what his parents hoped he would become when he was small and perfect and had his whole life ahead of him. I hope he knew they loved him.
P.P.S. I'm sorry about your grandfather.