On Saturday, we drove to San Francisco, and checked into the Bijou Hotel. It’s a charming little place that's centered on Movies made in San Francisco. We stayed in room 2002, "The Birds” room, replete with a picture of Tippi Hendron getting pecked. There was a side room, off the lobby, where they had a little movie theatre complete with a dozen theatre chairs. They played 2 movies a day there. The Rock with Shaun Connery was scheduled for 7:30, and Bullet with Steve McQueen was playing at 9:30. I was keen on seeing the latter movie if we were around, but alas, it was not to be.
A couple of friends joined us, and we went to a place called "The Supper Club.” You go inside and lie down on beds with white linen. Every now and then you get served a portion of food. Meanwhile some very freaky people go around the room to "entertain" you. There is a DJ and the music is pumping loud. You have to scream to be heard. Weird kaleidoscopic video is being projected on the wall. People are getting tattoos on a table down below. An acrobat comes out and works himself up straps that are bolted to the high ceiling. You are at a disadvantage if you are not drunk or stoned, and I am neither. Finally the last course is served and we get out of there at 12:30. People are lined up outside to get in for the DJ and Dancing. Their night is just beginning. This is a fine way for us to warm up for the Bay to Breakers race, which is the next day.

Grace, Osama, Connie and Me. Strange Bedfellows.
The highlight of the evening. The ladies in the house were especially enthusiastic.
When the Women Come Out to Dance.









