According to a new report in Time Magazine, my hometown has been dubbed “America’s Most Diverse City.” Pretty cool. I never really thought of Sacramento as the ultimate boiling pot (San Francisco typically has that reputation), but thinking about it now, it makes sense — except, of course, at my mostly-white high school alma mater, Jesuit.
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As if spending several hours doing our final cleaning on TI Wednesday night wasn’t bad enough, I had to go back there one last time last night to pick up a handful of things that we forgot. Aside from a pile of trash that the garbage collectors didn’t take, which I’m done worrying about, that’s it! No more TI.
After the stop at TI, I headed into the city to pick up Jen from work. We then had a nice dinner under heat lamps overlooking the Bay at Kelly’s Mission Rock. We remembered having gone there with Nana once, so the one-time hot spot for dot-com parties will always hold fond memories. After dinner, we headed to SnoDrift (also in China Basin), to meet up with some friends for a Maker’s Mark Ambassadors’ special event — grub and drink specials. The drinks were yummy, the place was really cool — mounds of ice behind bar, trippy light projections on walls, fireplace in middle of lounge area, plastic lawn deer — and it was fun hanging out with folks.
It only took us a half-hour to get home to Larkspur, which was nice — to know we’re not too disconnected from the city in our new place.
