Hec, I have a SF question-- do you know if the N judah stops at the Civic Center BART station, as well as at the Embaracadero one?
Not!Hec, but yes.
eta: I'm fairly sure, at least. I know I've hopped the N Judah from the Montgomery Station, so Civic Center is logical.
Hey! *Some* moms have FANTASTIC hair.
Heh. I was actually about to come back and add that I mean no disrespect to actual mothers. It's like the time my aunt (practically my age) and I were talking about shopping for long pants, and she said JC Penney had some that were surprisingly un-mom-ish. My mother gave us the "HEY!" My aunt was in fact a mother at the time.
Hec, I have a SF question-- do you know if the N judah stops at the Civic Center BART station, as well as at the Embaracadero one?
What juliana said. The N-Judah inbound will hit all the downtown stops, and then curve around down to the baseball stadium.
eta: All of the train lines hit the downtown stops. The exception being the F-Market line of vintage streetcars which travels on top of Market street. So it doesn't actually stop at stations, so much as street corners.
does dance of successfully learning new public transport system
Thanks Guys!
eta: Juliana, I am probably going to BART in tomorrow and then take the N Judah-- want to try to meet up at one of the stations?
I finally got around to asking the woman the cube over to stop wearing her fragrance since it's a migraine trigger. She's in a different division, so it was kinda weird. But it worked out okay.
Back to the project plan.
Still no FedEx. Those bastards!
The N and BART share stations from Embarcadero through Civic Center; then BART slides off southwesterly toward the Mission and the N heads out due westerly to the Sunset, stopping first at Van Ness & Market, then a block from Castro, then cutting up through Cole Valley (Zmayhem territory) and onward to the beach.
Embarcadero or Montgomery would probably be good P/j meeting places, and then just hop off the N at Cole & Carl, walk up half a block, and Bob's your uncle. Or ginger pancakes are your breakfast, whichever you prefer.
shrift, call 'em and coldly, politely bust their asses and slice them into ribbons. We all know you can do it, and Lord knows by this time they richly deserve it. You should be on your way to finger foods and an open bar by now, not sitting around waiting for them to get their shit together.