Chp25 last weekend part two
San Francisco: Saturday: 8am
Aliens. The only explanation, Aliens have taken over my girlfriend. I stare at her as she dances about me. Aliens have replaced my girlfriend. That Pod movie, Anna likes from the fifties. Yea, that it as the park ranger finishes opening the tunnel. We are standing in front of some old world war 2, gun battery high on a hill north of the Golden Gate bridge; which we just walked across. Anna drags my hand into the foggy darkness.
SMACK. "Rise and shine Chris. Let's go. Go." Anna is uncharacteristically up before the crack of dawn. I stare groggily. After the yesterday, I expected her to sleep in. She never gets up this pumped. I drag myself into the bathroom and a hot shower. She refuses to play. We have to get going.
In the car is a Conetinal breakfast. I day dream yesterday. After the park we head to the Cliff house for lunch. A scenic restaurant clinging on the edge of a cliff over the Pacific. The view is fantastic, both natures and Anna. Afterwards we drive to North Beach. In-between the Strip clubs and Sidewalk cafes is a Bookstore Slash Museum. The Beat Museum. That weird poetry and writing, people snapping fingers and speaking in rhythmic nonsense. Anna is in heaven. She buys me two first edition books On The Road and Big Sur by Jack Kerouac. "Here you need these." With a smirk.
Later we walk down to another Bookstore City Lights. I find a couple of cool first edition, including The Sea Wolf, by Jack London. We meander down thru chinatown. Goofing and playful, we buy a hat with a propeller for Elliot, A tea set for Grace, and stress balls for me. Anna gets a cricket box, that chirps. We buy ideogram stamps of our names. Anna sneaks a couple boxes of adult fortune cookies into her bag. I smirk.
I had planned on dinner at the hotel. But Anna leads me to a John's Grill off market street. I try to persuade her to the hotel. In a really bad accent she says "Baby doll, we're seeing a bird, a pretty bird, got it, a bird. Doll face." I stare like an idiot.
We arrive, somehow she made reservations, a where right on time. Sneaky little thing. Before where shown to the table the Owner leads us to a second floor display case. Now I get Anna's bad Bogart impression. The Maltese Falcon stares at me. Surrounded by books from Dashiell Hammett. After dinner we return to hotel to shower and dress for the play.
I spent most of the play watching and feeling Anna. The emotion plays across her face as she loses herself into the drama. I plan on taking her to every play I can. Even if I have to sponsor them. She laughs, cries, claps and cheers. My girlfriend rocks. During the intermission we talk with several other couples. No one know me. I'm just Chris, Anna date. Afterwards I carry her to bed. long slow love making. We feel everything. Communicates thru touch, and emotion. I have a massive hard on as Anna drags me out of the warm car. To walk in fog shroud steps, the Golden Gate Bridge. Anna recites poems and stories as we cross.
Walking thru the tunnel, Anna starts to sing. The echoes, the acoustic are phenomenally. I sing with her. I look at her. She's undone her coat, opened her blouse and unhook her bras front clasp. Pushing her girls up. She smirks at me. I look back the CPO are staying at the entrance. We walk thru a transition break into another tunnel out of site of the CPO. The gun pit is filled-in, she leans over a railing. Hiking her skirt to show garters and stocking. I unzip, rip her panties off and fuck her hard. She meows and tried to stay quiet but the echo's fill the space. Afterwards she takes some wet wipes and cleans herself and a new pair of panties. "I am a foregone conclusion, hu." She smirks finish dressing, as we walk out the CPO are trying hard not to smirk or getting fired. As I glare at them.
A stop at the Marine Mammal Center, then on the road north. The privacy screen is up and Anna lounges across my lap. As we kiss and dream the ride away. Arriving in a forested little town, we cruise up a winding road. To a Parking lot. Anna leads me to a couple of cottages and barn, she starts reciting a story about two guys. I see a sign. Jack London State Park. We climb a small hill to a turret. "This is the Pig Palace, he tried to modernizes pig raising. But failed because he forgot to heat the floor. All the pigs died of pneumonia.
We walk to another parking lot. Anna gets flowers from the car. We walk down a fire road. Just listening the sounds of mother nature. Coming to Jack London Grave, Anna places the flowers. She looks so serene. We meander further down the road to the Burned out ruins of his Dream House: Wolf House. I look at the ruins. His dream of a new start failed and he never recovered. A lesson to learn.
We return to the parking lot and tour the museum. As Anna buy stuff, a lot of stuff, from the gift shop. I see an electric wheelchair. A few minutes later a tall heavy set guy carrying a petite woman, descents the stairs from up above. He gently places her in the chair. She dictates notes about the exhibits. "They're doing a travel study class from a college down in the bay." States the docent. I realize how bless we are to have our health. Anna leans in kiss me. "That is what love looks like, pure and true." We head out. I feel truly happy. We eat lunch in a little tourist trap in Glen Ellen. I marvel at Anna energy.
We head out on winding mountain roads eastward. I watch the world transform to Vineyards. The Napa Valley, I hope for some Wine tours but that's a whole week. We end up at a public library? Anna bounces out of the car, an into a side building before anyone can stop her. I chase and arrive in the Robert Louis Stevenson Museum. Anna is studying every display like she's going to have an exam. The bliss on her face is so overwhelming. I can only gap and stare. She's in heaven. This literary tour of northern California. I can imagine what her dream vacation in England will be like. I watch as she signs the guestbook; my heart leaps thru my chest; Mr. & Mrs. Christian Grey in black ink.
We browse the shops of St. Helena. Anna buys a couple of scarves and an hour glass. I wonder what or who's that for? Getting back in the car we head south thru the later afternoon. We arrive at a crowed roadside Hamburger shop. We get in line. Anna talks to everyone. We order. The tables are too crowded. The day is warm. Anna sits on the hood of the car. Me between her legs. As we feed each other. I try to back up. She hooks her legs around me. pulling me tight. I kiss the ketchup stained lips. She laughs, "You had to order the grilled onions." "You ordered the habanero Ketchup." We descent into laughter. As the CPO eating on the trunk laugh at us.
Chasing the dusk, I think where headed to the hotel. But no. we climb the Oakland hills to a large complex. Chabot Space &Science center. Walking in, we get tickets for a laser show and movie. In-between we wander the exhibit halls. After the movie, we wander out to the Telescopes. The night is relatively clear. We marvel at the huge telescopes. Looking thru the eyepieces up on ladders. I marvel at natures sky show.
Afterwards we arrive at the plane. I carry an exhausted Anna to her seat. Than the bed. I lay with her as we jet to Portland. Aliens, yea Aliens have infected my girlfriend.
