ALL THE BARS IN SAN FRANCISCO I’m composing this on a...

ALL THE BARS IN SAN FRANCISCO

I’m composing this on a phone in the morning in a coffee place that also sells wine & beer. It’s hard to tell what is and isn’t a bar in San Francisco. If it sells wine and beer but has the vibes of a coffee shop and you go there at night to drink and watch people read from their books, what is that place?

Last night, Jetti, Katie, and I went to two places that were definitely bars (had a margarita with raspberries in it at one), one place that has the vibe and physical appearance of a diner but served only Italian food, and one of those coffee shop wine bar places.

Nate joined us at some point in the evening, it was the first time I’d seen him since he’d had his traumatic brain injury and I wanted to hug him a lot more than I did because I thought that would really freak everybody out. He seems okay, though, because he remembers me and I think he has a girlfriend or at least was on a date.

Sometimes in the Bay I try to look “really LA” with the intention of seeming kind of like an alien or “out there.” This visit, I’m over-stimulated and skittish, so instead of wearing my dresses and tall wedges, I wore my black jeans and mules that are so worn out they’re falling apart under my feet. Also to blend, I didn’t wear any makeup.