On a recent Wednesday, the Human and her friend set out for the geriatric a/k/a "Blue Hair" matinee of Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, which has been made into a musical and may soon be headed to big, bad Broadway. The Human stuffed me into her purse and took me along!
Our first stop was the 7th floor of the Sutter-Stockton garage. I don't care for heights, so I went on down without her.
We cut through Union Square, where a so-so band was playing for free. They were not attracting too much of an audience. I relaxed briefly in the sun.
This guy's tum was yum! Irresistible! Very comfy!
While the Human took yet another photo, I hung out in the treetops.
This lady outside a Geary Street hotel looks like she's been waiting a long time. I tried to make friends but she didn't seem interested.
Look! They put me on the cover of the program! Do you think they'll give me a role in the show?
Well, no starring role, but Spitty scored himself a BOX seat, yes he did!
Afterward, we all went to a restaurant full of people who reminded me of the lady outside the hotel. This lady had mints. Drat--I was hoping for Valerian root.
This guy seemed pretty stiff, not like that great guy at Union Square.
This guy wasn't even a Human at all, stiff or not stiff. To be honest, he creeped me out a little. I didn't stay long.
The Old People matinee got out before the restaurant was even really open so they had to sit in the bar and
get sloshed have a tiny ladylike cocktail. I kept an eye on them so they didn't get too out-of-control!
Okay, Kitties, that's our Not-a-Garden-Tour for today. Hope you enjoyed it!