Kage Baker loved San Francisco. She loved any excuse to visit, and loved it most when she began to have bookish business there.
I am more than passing fond of the place myself. And I am thrilled to be here now, getting ready for various bookish things on Kage’s behalf.
Though I screwed up, Dear Readers – the SF in SF reading was not tonight, it’s tomorrow night. And the Tachyon birthday party and readings are on Sunday. My brain has evidently melted in the recent heat, and leaked out my ears …
But I am here! I had a lovely drive up I-5, of which I will share details tomorrow – I have been running like a madwoman since I made it to San Francisco about 2 PM and extricated Linn from the clutches of the baggage claim. She got a wild tour of the City while we fought our way through Friday traffic – I finally found our hotel on Lombard, AND its parking lot: which is apparently underground in a parallel dimension. I am presently parked in Pellucidar – but it’s free, which is almost unheard of in San Francisco!
I took Linn to dinner on Pier 39, where we had cocktails in Kage’s honor. Something called a tequini – a martini made with tequila and blood oranges and cherry juice … very Kage. Very virulent. Very, very vermillion … Linn was charmed with the steel bands, and buskers in Panto Horse suits and anime costumes, and the dark bulk of Alcatraz looming out of the mist. She liked Coit Tower, too, which is lit up in red, white and blue for 9/11 and looks a lot like a Bomb Pop. And she really liked the hilariously awful souvenir shops, and the blow up sex doll shaped like Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Only in San Francisco, man.
But it’s nearly midnight and I want to get this in so I don’t miss my daily mark. I’ll have more to report tomorrow, Dear Readers, when I am not so madly travelling.
For now … the recorded fog horns are sounding out in the Bay, and the lights of Lombard are warm and bright, and the sound of the traffic is soothing.
Time to go to bed. More adventures tomorrow!