...to the Goldman Prize ceremony at the SF Opera House. Johnny and Ryan had left and Luke and I were each other's dates for the evening. We endured a mildly entertaining, yet inspirational, two hours of honoring activists, enviros and economists fighting their own good fights in different corners of the world.
Between the awards, a 'rope dancing' troupe dressed in red dropped from the ceiling like so many spiders. Yawn. The dancers would've been better received if they had dangled over the crowd with free champaigne. We heard there was food and drink at the after party across the street...
...at City Hall. We swam the crowds, swiping up sushi, roast beef 'boule' sandwiches, quiche, chicken on a stick, salad with sesame sauce, chicken salad, and a selection of premium red & white wines. The crowd was thick and vicious. It was as if none of these rich people had anything to eat that week.
I staked out a perch on the stairs and Luke dove repeatedly into the sea of free food moochers, bringing back seconds and thirds and kept my supply of fine wines flowing.
Luke was a pro, had every station and their selections of edibles mapped out. If you look close at the above pic, he's in the thick of it (next to the flower arrangement in the center).
Aria was on the inside. Her company helped put on the show and she got us tickets. Thanks Aria.
I was surprised to find my car intact back in the Tenderloin.
