Photos of Monterey Bay and our somewhat depressing yet strangely interesting weekend getaway.
So here’s the interesting part, and hubby said - That’s going to end up on your blog, isn’t it?
Yup!
So while hubby was in lectures, I took a walk, then I headed out to Fisherman’s Wharf to taste some clam chowder - which I love - all the restaurants on Fisherman’s Wharf hand out samples and post signs that say theirs is the very best.
One restaurant owner and I struck up a conversation - he was from Boston, but he knew all about the Iowa Hawkeyes - we chatted and chatted and he told me that I could taste up and down the wharf, but I wouldn’t find any clam chowder better than his. I took him up on that bet and I tasted. He was right - his was the very best.
When I came back to give him the news, he was so totally cool that he bought me lunch. I am not joking. He bought me a cup of clam chowder and had ‘his guys’ bring me a plate of freshly caught, freshly cut, freshly fried calamari - he said his fishing boat unloaded it just that morning and he had ‘his guys’ cut it fresh for me and man, that stuff melted in my mouth like butter. I made him sit with me - he said, “You’re going to get me into trouble…” Then he told the waiter to bring me a Crab Louie salad with fresh caught Dungeness crab - OMFG! I was so full by that time I could only eat a couple bites, but the salad was amazing. I asked if I could take it back to the hotel for my husband. Oh…my new friend looked so crest-fallen. He invited me to bring the hubs back later, he said he’d treat us to dinner. I told him we couldn’t come, we had an event to attend. So he asked me if I’d come back later, after the event. I shook my head, but I gave him a hug and a kiss before I left. He was so sweet and so attractive in that David Crosby-type way - (the singer…David Crosby).
That was the second best thing that happened all weekend. The adventure we anticipated did not materialize, but as you can see from the photos, the weather was good!
Tomorrow - more books and a couple reviews for Anytime Darlin’. And maybe, just maybe, a ghost story.
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Beautiful pictures. The food sounds scrumptous.
The pictures are gorgeous and the food, and the restaurateur sound great!
Now I’m curious to hear the somewhat depressing part…
XXOO Kat
Thanks, Amber - the restaurant food he treated me to was good. And the weather was perfect.
Kat - okay, depressing part - we thought this would be an intimate retreat with super fun Monterey-type outdoor activities hosted by hubby’s company to honor people who’ve worked there 20 years - they combined 10 and 20 years so there were a couple thousand people there! OMG! Despite the setting and gorgeous weather, the first dinner was inside an enormous banquet hall with no windows, the food was inedible, the noise level was awful - it was all rah-rah-yay-yay without any acknowledgment of the people who have worked their asses off and we had to suffer through the employee band (cuz they play for free) - these guys play ten songs, badly, and I’ve heard them at every company function for 20 years!!! Then a few crazy people got up to dance like they were on bad acid trips - without even having the excuse of being drunk - dancing to music that was so horrible nobody on God’s green earth should ever dance to it. In fact, I would make a law that if you get up to dance to music this bad, you should go straight to jail.
There were no, zero zip, activities planned for the next day except indoor seminars until 2 - so I took off and hiked all morning. When you’ve worked for a company for 20 years, the last thing you want is more seminars about how to do your job.
Saturday night was a strolling dinner at a country club - but the food was from Costco - like those frozen chicken taquito things. And guess who serenaded us???? The employee band! Wow, who knew? The only good thing was the Saki demo and I kept returning for thimbles of cloudy Saki.
Needless to say, we went back to our hotel early - which by the way - sucked. The bed was awful - so uncomfortable neither of us slept. We were right across the street from the loudest nightclub on the planet and there was no sound-proofing, no wifi, and no stairs. Think about this for a minute. There were not stairs to use as an exit in case of fire or an emergency. It was crazy. Can you imagine? I thought that was illegal. At one point, we had to wait 40 minutes for an elevator to get us to the third floor - when everybody fled the first night’s banquet at the same time. We sat in the lobby and checked the Giant’s score on hubby’s PDA.
DEPRESSING!
Okay, I agree that’s depressing. I hope your next trip to town is a lot more fun.
XXOO Kat
I magne I know what the first best thing was.
instead of magne read imagine
I’m over it, Kat. Moving on!
Stephanie - you so make me laugh!