On Saturday night, Mark pointed out we had a lot of good-byes. In San Francisco, we said “Bon Voyage” to my Medill for her cross-country road trip home. We also watched the last episodes of Battlestar Galactica. The series finale answered all questions except for one: “Will there be another war between the humans and cylons?”
On Sunday, the Parkway closed its doors for good.
My hubby and I had our first movie date there. Scary Movie 2. I know, quality cinema. Beyond my love life, I feel like this theater played a big part in my coming of age in the Bay Area. It was one of the first places I enjoyed ordering beer and chilling with my friends. It was a lovely place to hang out without trying to scream at each other over loud dance music and strobing lights.
The Parkway made being an adult fun.