Of course, there's always a lot of last-minute stuff to do before vacation. One thing I didn't need to worry about, though, was a scuba certification card. It is ALWAYS in the teak organizer on my desk.
So, Tuesday night I went to get it out --- and it was gone. 36 hours to departure, and no scuba card. We must have a thievin'-rodent issue b/c it was there. (Damn you, Remy, you leave us the great soups, but did you need my dive card in return?)
Fortunately, I found Bamboo Reef. Cool store in a great SoMa location (4th and Brannan). I showed up 24 hours before departure, hat in hand. Everyone was really nice, and they got me a new card as I waited. ...Ok, not literally as I waited; I ran out to Papa Beard to get myself a birthday creampuff (thanks A. for introducing these to me). But I could have waited.
Got my card; got my pastry fix. Ready to fly (and dive)!
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