Jun 20 2004
Boys of Summer
Happy summer, everyone! You can tell it’s summer because it’s cold (a mere 54° this morning) and foggy. The bells on the cable cars are jangling with the shivering. Everyone keeps quoting that Mark Twain chestnut, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”.
Sporty Suzy* has been preoccupied with the historic Giants-Red Sox series the past few days. It’s the first time they have played each other since 1912 – the year Titanic was both launched and lost. The games sold out within half an hour of the tickets going on sale, and rabid Boston fans have invaded the Giants’ town. People paid more than $1,000 for tickets, if you can believe that.
On Friday night, I had fabulous Thai food, champagne (OK, you purists, méthode champenoise) and, being po’ folks, watched the first game on TV. The Giants lost that one, but won the next, and both games were incredibly entertaining.
I didn’t see all of the second one, though. I watched the first couple of innings and then went to an outdoor concert featuring my beloved Blackalicious. It’s hard when a girl has to choose between two loves, but I’d been spending more time with my Giants lately and felt the boys in the band deserved some attention.
After the show, I stepped across the street to check out the Pop Art exhibit at MOMA, which was fabulous. I adored the Warhols and Ruschas (especially the photos of every building on Sunset Boulevard, circa 1966). In the Art of Design exhibit, I fell in love with a clear lucite chair with red artificial roses embedded in it. If money were no object, I’d have a set of those chairs. And tickets to the Giants-Red Sox games! And…
*To those of you who have been requesting photographic evidence of Sporty Suzy’s existence: I’ll see if I can persuade an innocent bystander to take a picture at the A’s game next week. But I reserve the right to withhold all unflattering photos. If Marilyn could do it, so can I!