July 12, Tenderloin
Dave and I are staying at this mostly-hip, retrofitted Motor Lodge called The Phoenix Hotel (it's listed on their website as being in the Civic Center, but really is stuck in the heart of the Tenderloin, an area I am both fascinated by and repulsed by equally). The Phoenix is a self-declared "not for everyone" hotel, and today we discovered--or rediscovered, since a similar thing was taking place Sunday when we got here--why. The open courtyard and louvered windows makes it a lovely place to hang out when it's quiet, but the Phoenix, in an attempt to be ultra hip and relevant to the neighborhood I guess, hosts loud, raucous parties in the courtyard.
In the middle of the day.
In the middle of the week.
Upon returning from a late breakfast--it's Wednesday, about 2 or so--we discovered a (very loud) Pirate-themed Party taking place that included a courtyard of (drunk) people dressed up as...well, pirates and mini-plays (utilizing the entire hotel balcony, including both ways up to our room), as well as bad, bad, bad karaoke.
Both Dave and I needed to work, so we were forced to pack up and go on foot in search of internet access and a flat place to work (preferrably with an outlet nearby), ending up at the Hyatt on a table set up for some conference registration, being asked no less than 5 times if we knew where the restroom was. Grrr...
But that evening, at dinner at Limon on Valencia, we were amused with Trinny's stories about muggings and downpours and gays, all the while trying to convince us to move out here
Trust me, we're convinced.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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