Once upon a time three Gina's flew from LV to San Fran for a little weekend fun. Little did they know what adventures awaited them. No sooner had their feet touched SF ground when their eyes beheld two men with a little tiny dog wearing a pink goose down coat. They glanced at each other and knew good times were in store.
Mr. Jason picked them up at the airport and drove them straight to the Giants game. Two of the Gina's had NEVER been to a Major League Baseball game before, so it was all they could do to contain themselves. It was freezing and yet people were in boats, canoe's and jet ski's... hoping to catch a homer. Never had the girls felt more American. The Gina seats were even RIGHT behind home plate! Mr. Jason was the BEST tour guide ever and even let them ride the special elevators for special people. That's when we met Mr. Dreamboat, Lowell. Elevator singer extraordinaire! The Gina's did NOT want to get off the elevator because that meant no more Mr. Dreamboat singing "Bye Bye Baby, Bye Bye". There was something about his lack of tonal pitch that wooed the girls hearts. One Gina even asked to take him home with her!
The Gina's can still hear him singing to them every time they close their eyes. Once the game was over (and Barry Bonds had announced he was being traded), Mr. Jason packed up his lovely Gina's and took them to Pizza Orgazmica. There they each enjoyed fresh/warm pizza outside while trying to pick out bridge and tunnel people (people either from the outskirts of San Fran or visitors). Mr. Jason pointed out that they are usually overdressed, under clothed, and aiming to impress. Locals find no such need for such frills.
Once Mr. Jason dropped the Gina's off for their singles conference, documentation stopped. Maybe that's because the Gina's missed Mr. Jason too much. Maybe it's because the other Gino's couldn't hold a candle to Mr. Jason? Or it could be because the Gina's spent too much time after that chasing the giant pack of people, hiding from the OLD creepy skips, shopping for the boat cruise, hating the boat cruise, sleeping in, hiking all over in HEELS or LOVING church. Overall the experiences, good and bad, will be great memories to hold onto forever. However... if one more dad asks a Gina to "do that dance move again because he loves to watch her move like that"... he may not live to see another day ;o) Here's to the Gina's! And to Mr. Jason... and Lowell. We miss you already. 
