Friday: PDX to SFO. Took BART into town. Explored the area on foot. (Stayed at the Hilton on O'Farrell.)
Friday night: Misson Street walking & drinking with Dina. More drinking near DNA. Dinner and drinking with jwz and rzr_grl after an exciting tour of the DNA lounge, since Dina hadn't been there before. Lots of free drinking at DNA, thanks(?) to Jamie. Went a little like:
"He's on the house."
"Sure, I'm not driving!"
Dina got drunk early and headed back to the hotel. I followed her a few hours later, even drunker.
Learned how to put in earplugs correctly. Ears were fine in the morning, even if head and stomach weren't. Oh, and I didn't smell like smoke. Go California!
Also met scosol at the club, but then lost him. Managed to miss pjammer who was there, somewhere.
Saturday: Woke up in my clothes plopped on top of the bed. Walked from Market & Embarcadero to the Tourist's Wharf. (er, Fisherman's Wharf). Chaos. Big headache. Then I realized it was probably caffeine withdrawl and not a hangover, so I got some Excederine, which contains caffeine. Was feeling good, then stomache ache came back... probably the questionable clam chowder, though.
Travelling fucks you up for a number of reasons:
-- excessive drinking ("I'm not driving!")
-- altered caffeine intake schedule
-- very rushed/busy, lots of walking (poor feet, poor crappy old shoes)
-- lots of eating out, trying different things which stomach isn't used to
Saturday, continued... up and over the hill on the Powell-Hyde cable car. Dina and I hung out the edge. Very fun.
Back to the hotel, dressed for dinner, chaotic traffic cab ride back over the hill to the Tourist's Wharf for dinner. Ate at "The Franciscan", which was damn good. I started feeling good then, but oh-so-tired from no sleep the previous night.
Back to the hotel, two pay-per-view movies in the room.
Sunday: Met nick and paula, scsi (Frank, DeadJournal) and Beka for Alcatraz tour and food. Alcatraz was cool. All the fun-to-explore areas were "Closed for your safety" though.
Then it was raining and we walked all over, drinking and eating. Dinner at the Stinking Rose, where they say: "We Season Our Garlic With Food!" Very, very good.
Monday: Woke up, hit snooze, looked at the clock a bit later and realized we were running an hour late. Freaked out, rushed Dina (which doesn't do any good; she moves at one speed I think), hopped on BART, then we realized we were an hour ahead of time. Stupid snooze button right next to the "set clock an hour forward" button.
Took MAX back to the office where I left my car.
Thanks to everybody for keeping us drunk and/or entertained.