That title is a little decieving as I am writing this blog as I would write any other from a chair in front of my computer in good old London town, it is fact a reference to a song by The Proclaimers and introduces a blog that I am going to write about my trip to said country.
Now that we have the formalities out of the way I shall just jump straight to Heathrow airport at 10:30am Monday September 5th 2011 a group of 6 Londonites including myself sit down to a hearty Full English breakfast knowing that it would probably be our last good meal for 10 days. That was not true the meals out there were distinctly mixed but more on that later. We got the call that our plane was boarding and thus we headed to the gate. 9 1/2 hours of leg crushing boredom and that was only to Atlanta, it would be another 4 1/2 to the final destination of San Francisco. Again my pessimism wasn't totally called for the flights were fairly harmless due to a number of films and inflight games.
We arrived in SF at 10pm ish local time which was about 6am UK time and thus obviously we went straight to the nearest pub to christen our trip. It was pleasant, we played pool with some gay Mexicans and then went to bed (not with the gay Mexicans I shall add).
Day 2 we descended on Fisherman's wharf, booked ourselves an Alcatraz trip for the Thursday, found ourselves a nice place to eat lunch (Burger #1) and found a $10 boat tour. Captain Hans showed us round the Bay including Pier 39, the seals, a harbour, Alcatraz from a distance and the fog covered Golden gate bridge. He also gave us a quick talk about the San Fran skyline and mentioned Telegraph hill. Who knows whether it was because it was the last thing we had heard or something we genuinely wanted to do but we next went to Telegraph hill and climbed Coit tower. There were some very beautiful views, unfortunately not of the bridge due to the fog but that wasn't the end of the world. We thought, its early lets walk back to our motel, 2 hours and 2 hills later (slight exageration) we got to a pub and had a few refreshers before continuing the final 15 minute walk to 2232 Lombard. What to do after such an exhausting day? Drink! we did a bit of a crawl on Chestnut street, first O'Donaghue's where we first discovered the joys of no optics for the spirits. We trundled along to the Horse shoe, played some pool, team Ant & Helen managed to win 3 games on the trot all by default and then we left for our final destination of the night, the highly recommended Tipsy Pig. It was alright, nothing truly out of the ordinary but we carried on getting drunk talked to some girls from Woking and then walked home.
Day 3 was Baseball day, unfortunately the Giants were out of town for the week so we had to settle for the Oakland A's. It didn't matter, the home team were on top form a 9-0 win and an almost perfect game for the Oakland pitcher, I may have to take the blame for the non perfect game as I did jinx it about a minute before he got hit at the top of the 8th. We headed back to Pier 39 after the game and had a nice Italian dinner before retiring back to the hotel to get changed ready for the evening's festivities. Again it involved drinking but this time it was for a reason it was the joint 'Bachelor/Bachelorette' party. (at this stage it would probably be a good idea to point out the reason I was in San Fransisco, one of my friends, a Mr. Michael Lewis was to wed Miss Megan Vandermeer in the Golden State and thus we all came along for the ride. More on that later) The party was to be held at Foley's Piano Bar, a great venue where we saw two camp and yet fairly hetrosexually risqué bald men on 'dueling pianos' taking requests from the audience as long as it hit the charts before the year 2000. It was a good night where we met friends and family from both sides of the wedding party and again got good and sozzled. Personal highlights would have to include the bride and groom to be dancing to heads, shoulders, knees and toes (and boobs and bum) and the rare occasion that they did a newer hit, Beyonce's single ladies, not for the song so much as the extraordinary dance performed my Megan's sister. Anyway as I said we got drunk and as usual after that we went home.
Day 4 was to be the day of Alcatraz Island. We caught the boat at 12 and were at the island about a quater hour later. The tour started with a 15 minute video describing the history both pre and post penitentiary and then for some reason a little speech on the 'amazing' wildlife that could be found on the Island, I will get this out of the way now, the wildlife as I saw it was a couple of pink flowers and a load of dead seagulls rotting away and leaving a fairly awful stench, for me nothing to shout about. After the video we walked up the hill to the retired prison and put on our audio tour headphones and made our way round the prison. It was a truly excellent tour whether it was stories of individual prisoners such as the birdman or escape attempts such as 'the battle of Alcatraz' or the infamous 'escape from Alcatraz' which I believe is depicted in a Clint Eastwood film although I haven't seen it. This was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. What happened next was certainly not, the highly anticipated 'Rocketboat' tour. It claimed to be only for thrill seakers and warned you not to take the ride if you suffered with high blood pressure or heart problems. I'm quite confident that if you suffered either you would have no problem whatsoever, it was apart from one wave one of the smoothest rides I have ever been on and admitedly it went fairly fast I would deffinitely not call it thrilling and at only $2 cheaper than the Alcatraz tour I would have to say the biggest con in America. We were all on the tired side that evening and so retired to our rooms for a quiet night.
Day 5 was among the least eventful although it did start with a great breakfast at a Diner where we had the most amazing milkshakes you are ever likely to encounter. Apart from that though we spent the majority of the day travelling to Courte Madeira (near San Raphael) on the other side of the Golden Gate bridge in preperation for Saturday's wedding. We did get a few beers from the local supermarket and played some cards and had a lovely meal at the Brick and Bottle restaurant, one of the better meals of the holiday but apart from that it was a very quiet day.
Day 6 the day of the wedding. In this hotel we had a mini apartment for 5 of us, (Shane was in the Groom's room as he was best man) it was lovely but there was only one shower and so getting dressed took a while. The ceremony started at 2pm at the local Episcopal church and was beautiful from entrance to the exchanging of rings. We then set off to the 'Rod and Gun club' for the reception it was a very impressive venue with a sea view to the right and rolling mountains to the left. One of the first acts we partook in was a photobooth (apparently an American thing) where we all dressed in ridiculous costumes and took a group photo - I look forward to seeing the result. Then the food, or should I say the starters a mixture of fish, meatballs, cheese and vegetables which probably would have sufficed for most main meals, needless to say it was delicious. We of course made use of the free bar tab which I am sure Megan's dad would not thank us for but it deffinitely made it even better. Me, Shane and Helen tried our first oysters which were more pleasant than I was expecting largely because i only tasted the sauce rather than the fish. at approximately 5:30 we were seated ready for the main meal, I was sat next to Blondie and one of Mike's cousins, a good table it has to be said despite the fact that at one point we were told to look happier by the maid of honour. The dinner consisted of Beef, Chicken and vegetables and was again very tasty. After the meal came the speeches which were all heart felt but a special mention has to be made for Shane's best man speech, a moment he had been dreading since he had been given the position. He carried it out with applomb and deservedly got a big round of applause. After this the evening starts getting hazier and hazier as of course we were still making use of that free bar but the essential bits that I do remember were lots of dancing, some wonderful Karaoke, highlights being Chris' rendition of Never Walk Alone and Angelica's Whitney Houston (angelica being the wedding singer/friend of Megan so it was cheating really) the lowlight probably was mine and Tate's rendition of Beyonce which is unsurprising but it was enjoyable nevertheless. And then a strange decision, shots. I did a tequilla shot.. this is not a good idea at the best of times and so within half a minute I could be found in the mens loos reaquainting the tequilla with the outside world. After that the next thing I really remember is waking up the morning after. I don't doubt though that the whole party was a roaring success.
Day 7 I leave a little more space in this because this really is a seperate part of the holiday as it begins the road trip. After spending 5 days in the San Francisco area we would spend the next 4 travelling down the West coast. The first stop was to be Santa Barbara, partially for its beauty, partially as a stop off point so that the drivers didn't have to go too far in one go. We arrived in the early evening on what was supposed to be a quiet night after the wedding.. it wasn't we found ourselves drinking all night in a bar playing various drinking games. We did manage to get one free drink from a guy who was clearly a club rep, we went to the club where he invited us had a free drink and then left again and found another bar. A strange one this as the floor was covered in peanut shells, quirky? yes, a selling point? I'm not entirely sure but anyway we stayed there until closing before making our way back to the hotel.
Day 8 we had a couple of hours on the beach in Santa Barbara taking in the scenery and we would have hired out a speed boat bit unfortunately it was a bit too foggy. In the grand scheme of things this wasn't the end of the world as it meant we would leave for our next destination sooner, Las Vegas. Vegas was probably (bar the wedding) the thing I was looking forward to most about my trip to America. Again we got in early evening after a monotonous 350 mile trip through the desert along route 15. We were staying in the strip's Flamingo hotel so we went upstairs to get suited up as you do in Vegas when we got a call from Dave and Helen, the lucky buggers had been upgraded to the 'Bermuda Suite' a MASSIVE room on the top floor with a gorgeous view of the city, it wasn't fair but anyway onto the evening. We started by watching the Belagio's magnificent fountains before swiftly moving into a casino, we started in Caesar's Palace and plonked ourselves in front of a roulette table. We all gave in $40 and started playing, Shane and Helen both struck out fairly quickly where as me and Tate were doing well. I personally had doubled my chips within the first hour unfortunately that is where my luck ran out and by the end of the 2nd hour I was out of that table. Tate though was up towards the $300 mark. Dave and Tate stayed at that table and the rest of us left to find other pastures in hope of some better luck. It didn't come, we settled back at the roulette table in the Flamingo. Luckily at that table the free drinks were coming quite thick and fast and so we got Dave and Tate to join us. The night rolled on and I was getting closer to $200 down and everyone else was hitting similar lows apart from Tate and Dave. We decided to call it a night at about 6am and had some cigars (extremely unpleasant) as Tate had come out of Vegas with a profit and then made our way back to our rooms for all of 4 hours before we had to check out.
Day 9 involved us sludging around the streets of Las Vegas still half asleep hitting up a French restaurant in the Paris Hotel for a big brunch being part of a street magic show which filmed Dave's incompetence with cards dropping half the pack and then a quick ride on the New York New York rollercoaster which although overpriced was very enjoyable. Unfortunately we didn't have time to go the top of the stratosphere hotel which has some more rides but we did have quite a tight schedule. I still am not entirely sure if I enjoyed Las Vegas, not just because of the money that I lost but the brashness of the place. There were advertisments for prostitution and guns on the sides of cars and the city only has casinos, beds and skyscrapers. I think it is something you have to do once but whether or not I would go again I am not sure. Anyway we headed back across the desert and to Los Angeles, as we left quite late we didn't get to LA until gone 9pm. We had a quick freshen up and then off to have a meal, the WORST meal I had in America, I went with the philosophy of 'when in Rome' and tried the meatloaf, mushy meat is literally all it is, never before have I described broccoli as the highlight of a meal. We had a quick drink in a local bar but then retired fairly early to bed.
Day 10 our last in America so what do you do? You go and see the Hollywood sign. We all stood as close to it as we could and had our pictures taken before trundelling back down into the town and looking at the stars on the pavement of Hollywood Boulevard, there are literally hundreds of them, the majority being people that I have never heard of, my personal favourites were Henry Winkler (the Fonz and more importantly Barry Zuckercorn from Arrested Development) and Dick Van Dyke whose name needs no introduction. We tried to look into the Kodak theatre the home of the Oscar's but that was largely sectioned off and apart from putting my hand into the print made by Arnold Schwarzenegger's unhealthily big hands that was it for LA. It isn't really that much of a tourist city which sounds strange for a place which hosts the world film industry. We headed back and spent a little time on Redondo beach but that was pretty much it. We retired to bed early as we had to be up at 4am the next morning in order to get to the airport in time for our 9am flight from LAX.
We got back to England more than 24 hours later when you take into account time difference and then that was it, my American experience was over apart from the jet lag which is still playing with my brain 3 days later. It was an amazing holiday, expensive but amazing and I would like to think I would revisit the area again one day but I don't see myself crossing the Atlantic again any time soon, I've got Europe to conquer first.
So there we have it nearly a year since my last blog here and thats what you get a mamoth account of a holiday and no insight into anything else. All I can say is that this holiday has been a massive highlight in what all in all has been a massively shit year. Over and Out
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They play a fairly relaxed folk inspired indie music which although a lot more mellow does not venture too far away from The Holloway based routes. From the single release Pink Radio to the older tracks such as Found the Sound they treated the crowd to a good set which eroused a good atmosphere in the room. It turned out that this was to be the last gig of Bassist Slinky Winfield's last performance with the band. On research it seems Slinky has been around a bit playing bass for the likes of Laura Marling, the More Assured and of course the Musical Differences as well as a number of TV presenting and acting roles. Why have I done this research? You might ask. Well you have heard the expression Life and Soul of a party, whereas Rob Skipper (the initial ex_holloway that I talked of) is the soul, Slinky most definitely is the life. He was a non stop bundle of energy running up and down the stage and provided the vocals for found the sound. I fear for Hares, if they don't find another bassist to replace this energy they may struggle to produce anything with any real commercial appeal.
So me, Caroline and Ross got on the tube at 7:30 and headed to Camden Town station. I was dressed as a complete knob as is acceptable in Camden which came back to haunt me as my lack of coat did not help when faced with a down pour at the other end nor was my beautifully styled hair very rain proof. Anyway we marched up to the stables like there was no tomorrow and eventually after a slight detour via a cash machine and a slight misjudgement in direction on my behalf we got into a very empty proud galleries. Considering this was a good hour and a half after door opening I didn't think my timing was that bad but apparently the fashionably late is the way it is done in these parts.
and unfortunately it just wasn't very good.. This is the first time I have EVER listened to a new Holloways song and had that reaction. I was already beginning to fear the worst. To be fair to them they did bring it back with a few old favourites such as PSB, happiness and penniless and of course Generator which I danced to like a mad man as usual but I was the only one dancing. It had become clear that the little fame that the Holloways once had was now well and truly over, their performance was met by people just politely bobbing their heads, none of the old passion. Towards the end of the set they played 2 more of their new songs which were a lot more hollowayesque than the first and in fairness were very enjoyable but in a disorganised shambles with a broken guitar they had to cut 'Alcohol' off the setlist due to lack of time, this upset me even more as it was my favourite song off their second album. They eneded as they always do on Fuck Ups which they played well but again brought no reaction from the crowd and thus when they left the stage a dejected feeling came over me and I knew that that had been the worst Holloways show I had ever been to. Yes, I am saying that I enjoyed the one where I got arrested more, at least I have a great story and a signed video as memories from that. A DJ called Wizzard Sleeve came on stage almost immediately after but I wasn't interested and so we just left. I sulked all the way home which included us missing the last tube by a matter of seconds and so having to get a couple of night buses.