St. Patrick’s Day in San Francisco

My favorite thing about planning our wedding was the celebration the night before.

We found a beautiful boutique hotel in San Francisco called Hotel Majestic.  I thought it was a fitting tribute to our wedding at City Hall with its turn of the century Edwardian architecture. 

Hotel Majestic

I felt like royalty walking through the doors into the marble tiled lobby. This beautiful old hotel was built in 1902 and is one of the few buildings that survived the 1906 earthquake and subsequent fires that devastated so much of this amazing city.

After checking in, we stepped into the old elevator with hand painted panels of woodland characters and found the way to our room.

Hand painted panels

From the four-poster bed to the crimson tiled bath, I loved everything about our room. We quickly unpacked our things, and then headed out the door to meet up with John’s brother, Brian to celebrate.

Only it was St. Patrick’s Day in San Francisco.

Every place we went to was packed with people wearing green hats, green bead necklaces, green shirts, green feather boas and even green glasses. It was a sea of GREEN!

(Photo courtesy of Rosie McCann’s)

It was fun to see so many people excited about the holiday, but it wasn’t what we were looking for. Luckily we had Brian with us.

As a general manager for a top restaurant in the city, Brian knew exactly where to go and we quietly slipped into a side door of a little Italian joint called Sodini’s. It was perfect.

A few of Brian’s friends were there, and we had a private party without all the hoopla of St. Paddy’s Day. We sat at the bar and ordered the best Italian food and chased it down with the finest Irish whiskey.

That was one of the best nights of my life. We ate and drank and danced and laughed and sang until the wee hours of the morning. When we left to walk back to our hotel we were in high spirits.

Walking hand in hand up the steep hill to our hotel, John spotted a pizza place open and we ducked in for a piece of pie. What a way to end the evening.

By the time we were finally falling asleep it must have been 3:00 am and it seemed like a few minutes later we were up and heading out to coffee together on our wedding day.

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