Folsom Monday
The final day in San Fran. Checked out of the hotel but stored our stuff there to pick up later. Went for eats, then Spencer took me sight seeing. Blew a shoe. Bought a new pair. They immediately sucked and I ended up with owies on the backs of my heels.
Over to Haight Street, Spencer showed me a place he used to live at - was above a liquor store that continually got robbed and his suite took a bullet once thru the floor.
Over to Castro, lunch at Harvey's was good and enjoyed the area very much. Then walked thru other areas, showed me the Catacombs, then back to my fave San Fran bar the Eagle Tavern where we met up with Blast a very fun person indeed and secured play date number 1 for IMsL.
Onto the hotel, grabbed our crap and hauled it four blocks, bus to Emeryville and onto the train and our bedroom suite. Free bevvies (non-alcoholic) as we settled in and a hot shower in our private bathroom and then to bed with the clickty clack on the railroad tracks.
More to follow.
Over to Haight Street, Spencer showed me a place he used to live at - was above a liquor store that continually got robbed and his suite took a bullet once thru the floor.
Over to Castro, lunch at Harvey's was good and enjoyed the area very much. Then walked thru other areas, showed me the Catacombs, then back to my fave San Fran bar the Eagle Tavern where we met up with Blast a very fun person indeed and secured play date number 1 for IMsL.
Onto the hotel, grabbed our crap and hauled it four blocks, bus to Emeryville and onto the train and our bedroom suite. Free bevvies (non-alcoholic) as we settled in and a hot shower in our private bathroom and then to bed with the clickty clack on the railroad tracks.
More to follow.