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I have no time to blog people, so instead, you get the outline, the skeleton of the post.

Insert intro text here about how much "I YSF" and charming cable cars and how whenever I saw two people of the same gender together, I wondered if they were a gay couple, and how I could become their favorite straight girlfriend.


















Insert text here about how I took this photo out the windshield, because I thought maybe there's not really a good spot to pull over.

Because, what? I'm the first person in the world to want a photo of the Golden Gate Bridge.













Why, yes. There is a place to stop and take photos.























Insert text here about how Paolo fell in love with me, how he proposed right there on the cable car, how he bought me a huge-ish diamond at Fisherman's Wharf and how we lived happily ever after in his Naples mansion.

Not about how I surreptitiously tried to take photos of him without him noticing and then when he grabbed me as I almost fell off the cable car, how I meant to say thank you but instead said "marry me."

















Insert witty anecdote about taking this photo of my ass on the cable car when I was trying to take the covert photos of my new husband Paolo.

Insert text about the raspberry crepe. And the whipped cream. And the lemon crepe. And that whipped cream. And the fruit and Grand Marnier crepe. And the whipped cream.