After we had hit up a dive bar in the Mission, someone suggested we head to Crow Bar all the way on the other side of the city. As we drove there, we realized it was…truly fleet week. Before this, I had seen the blue angels crossed paths in the sky. But as we drove down Broadway, men in uniform. Sailors, marines, etc. were wandering the street. Their bushy-eyed tailed look in their eyes. I had never been in the city when they were here. All I could recall was the SATC episode where Carrie asked how often a “big love” happens to a sailor and where Charlotte decided to be a new brazen, risk-taking Charlotte.

At the bar, a girl walked a few feet from her table. Slowly and unsurely. Her friends–all female–urged her to go on. She walked a few steps, but stopped and turned back. She talked with her friends for a few minutes and in a moment of bravery, she walked away again toward the sailors. She did this a couple of times, each time pulling her skirt up revealing her…”pleasantly plump” legs. Eventually, the entire group got up as if to leave. As they walked by the sailors, the girl slapped a sailor from the behind. My table collapsed in laughter.