Wild Goose Chase in San Francisco. Mindy Kaling Is The Goose.
21 November 2014
I'm going to go right on ahead and skip over the whole "Mindy Kaling should be my best friend" thing, because if you are a living and breathing female, that's basically a universally accepted fact and needs no reiteration.
(Seriously though, Mindy Kaling needs to be my best friend.)
On Tuesday, Mindy was Instagramming up a storm of iconic San Francisco sites. Apparently The Mindy Project will be based in the Bay Area for a couple of episodes in January, and because I'm stupid dumb and moronic, it didn't occur to me until SEVEN PM that maybe I should go find her/Chris Messina in the city.
Cassandra and I were convinced that their last stop would be Ghirardelli Square, so we camped out with a brownie sundae and cappuccino, in the hopes of seeing the camera crew walk through the doors and right to our table. Alas, as we kept on updating our Twitter and Instagram feeds, it seemed like filming was being wrapped by the Bay Bridge.
Off we went, craning our necks out the car window along the Embarcadero, hoping to spy shining lights and Mindy's luscious brown locks. We parked several times and walked behind buildings, not daring to miss a pier. We held up Cassandra's phone to gauge the Bay Bridge's distance on its camera versus in the posted pictures. We speed-walked, comparing light poles and wooden floors, trying to find the exact spot Mindy had stood.
Well. We found it. A little too late (it hurts, it hurts to think that if we left an hour earlier or parked a little closer, I had the tiniest chance of meeting my almost best friend). But it wasn't a complete loss, because, well. Let's just say TV shows have location scouts for a reason. It was the most stunning view - the pier was right in the open water, the Bay Bridge glittering on one side, the Ferry Market Building tower lit up in orange, the Transamerica pyramid a sparkly halo. Honestly such a gem. Thank you, Minds.
Afterwards, we hurried off to a SoMo concert to catch the crooner, well, crooning and flexing and teasing us all with a muscle tank. Too much public decency, bro, gimme So' Mo' of what we really want!