Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Commoner Goes to San Francisco

I love San Francisco.  It's a pretty great city.  So every month or so I make a real effort to lose these Little Town Blues-as Frank Sinatra says and get my big city fix.

My daughter Meghan's birthday is September 1st and Sunday was October 20th but it takes that long to coordinate schedules.  We planned on  a trip to San Francisco to shop and buy her stuff.  We do this every year, only usually at Valley Fair Mall.

I always take BART-which is the hub of public transportation here in San Francisco, is not named  after Bart Simpson and is only 40 years old.  It's the Bay Area answer to the Long Island Railroad only it doesn't really reach that far out of San Francisco.    Long story. 

It's worth it to avoid the traffic and also not have to pay to park.  I sincerely try not to think about what would happen as we careen through the underground tunnels if there were to be an earthquake.  I chose to think they are super earthquake built.  It's a good thing the 5.3 shaker happened at midnight not at noon.  Just sayin...


When you emerge from the underground of BART at the Powell St. station you step into a haven of shopping and tourism in a really compacted square.  (I never understand why the tourists don't go down a couple of blocks to get on the cable car-but whatever).

I contend there are more stores in a smaller area here than anywhere else.  They are piled next to and on top of eachother in a span of a few blocks.  Even the mall there with it's spectacular escalators that careen through Nordstroms are an archetectual marvel. 

So we hit the huge Gap, stepped out the door and hit the Huge Forever XXI and then we stepped out the door and hit Sephora.  

This is where my trip took a demented twist.  I love Sephora-for a girl it's a candy store.  It's awesome-brand after brand of make up, skin and hair care all there and ready to try.  My heaven will have a Sephora (my hell will have a Chuck E Cheese-hence I try to be a good person)  All I really need was Smashbox Primer.  If you don't know what that is-it isn't really important.

It was right there by the entrance-right there.  What slowed me down was there were 7 varieties based on skin type.  I'm 49 I need them all.  Well the saleswomen saw me and I was toast.  

You don't want that Primer you want this primer.  I think it was called Hourglass and it's so much better.  Before I knew what was happening she had taken off my makeup and started applying both the primer and the foundation which was so much better than what I used and Meghan tipped me off was 60 dollars.  I left the foundation and took the primer in my basket.(big mistake -NEVER take the basket)    

The whole time up the aisle I was tormented from not getting the Smashbox because I love it.  On to wipe down my face and put on some more makeup because I have to have make up on. 

A few steps foward and a few more things placed in my basket and over walks a woman dressed up like Skar.  (Have I forgotten to mention they are launching a line of Cinderalla makeup and some of the sales people were made up like Disney characters?) 

Well Skar ( I don't even know who Skar is) actually had an answer for my daughter's question about something which led to the Stila aisle to something called BB Cream.  Which supposedly does everything you need include make your breakfast. 

So Skar used the back of my hand and it's wrinkly texture to show how great his BB Cream is and of course I walked out of there with one for me and one for Meghan, Skars business card should I need a consultation and instructions on how to give her a good review. 

I really wanted to look at the skin care products and some Bumble and Bumble hair care but I just couldn't afford to walk any further in the store.

I made it out of there and continued on.  I was starving and a little lightheaded from all the Cinderella perfume.  I'm not sure which way to Macy's.  All I had to do was look up-walk a block and there it was.

Macy's meant lunch at the rooftop Cheesecake Factory (there's something criminal about eating at a chain in San Francisco-but when the trip is shopping the energy for food adventure takes a back seat).  Then Macy's shoes, a quick trip to the Nike Store, Disney, Old Navy and back to BART.

San Francisco is a great city-it's world class.   And for a commoner with the blood of a city girl-it's just what the doctor ordered.