I flew up to Sacramento last week on business. Never been before.
I was expecting a Merced/Fresno-like town, which is like Bakersfield if you don't know, basically as about a drab, boring, not cosmopolitan place as you can get.
I was pleasantly surprised.
I guess I should've guessed, it being the state's Capitol and all that, but I've been to the Van Nuys Courthouse which is a large fairly modern complex and that place is about as interesting as a fairly modern courthouse building, so some version of that is what I had expected.
What I saw of the city was more Portland/ Seattle- esqe: some actual architecture ( for American standards) and the Capitol was a big white dome, all lit up at night, pretty impressive Congress/Capitol style.
And I drove right on past it.
I was able to stop in the downtown area, find a parking spot, and walk to the yelped vegan restaurant nearby. The neighborhood was your typical downtown, some sketchy- crack or meth smoker, young, and shirtless (presumably)homeless man; assorted disheveled others, and lots of young people.
Must be a college nearby
The sense of menace was low. I give it a 4, maybe only a three. That's good. Better to than where I'm from, which is about a seven, depending on which street or area.
So I found the place, and played Creepy Grandpa.
Evidentially, I had gone time-warp to back whenever it was there were things called 'Beatniks', which is cool - I like beatniks- which it just occurred to me that the '-nik' in beatnik must have been referencing Russia/Soviet Union, nik being a suffix from that( those?) places like Sputnik, Chetnik, or apparatchik...
What a genius I am.
Anyway, the food was good, the cute little ( young!) waitresses didn't make me feel like too much like a creepy Humbert... or Aqualung, watching the pretty- um, whatever those words are. I was definitely out of place and wouldn't go back solo. Creepy Grampa.
A side note: The waitress garb was jazz-dance black with or without stripes, hornrims, pulled back or up hair; some optional colors.
Guys: your standard Fidel Castro beard and glasses- hipster, or some variation thereof.
They were playing music that I thought was strangely exactly like the crap I was listening to in my twenties (which was a long-ass time ago) and then I realized it was Nivarna, the other songs; other than the six they did that were actually ready for prime time.
Probably only the guys there would know this, the girls maybe barely have heard of them, Nivarna*, dude.
As I left/went outside a homeless woman of obvious high intelligence ( seriously: like she was as a proffessor before she'd lost it) looked me up and down pronouncing me "The King Of Ireland". She went on and on about how I didn't care, this King of Ireland , but nevertheless, there I was, The King of Ireland, and again, how I didn't care.
I was wearing a green hoody, and sort of greenish pants (slightly, and I swear my wife had inspected and approved, prior, so it was nothing odd). Maybe it's my puss.
And as always, I passed one of my lowly subjects without so much as a... anything, thinking:
if oim the King, than wharrs me gold?
The rest of the trip is not worth talking about, so I won't bore you ( anymore than I have). I did drive west to east, easy to west, trying to see as much as possible on the way to and from the airport, but it was a business trip, and dinners/lunch were limited to whatever is expected with your standard hanging-out-with-co-workers/networking *Yawn* Sorry.
Sacramento was okay, probably better than okay, and I suspect there is stuff to see and good food to eat. I suspect so...
*yes, it's Nirvana, I know. I liked them, actually.