i'll try to mention a few san francisco things as i recall them. let's see if i can come up with something interesting.

it was a strange, wonderful trip - always busy, always at something, but never eventful, if that makes sense. in many ways, it was like long phone conversations with numerous friends at the same time (in more halcyon days, we might have said "i'll three-way to unstadt," and not realized how hilarious it was).

there were highlights all five days: wednesday brought the a's game and grace cathedral hill; thursday included the arrival of unstadt and five-buck beers at the fillmore; friday saw us getting burritos (but no drugs, sadly) at haight-ashbury, hitting the legendary amoeba records (and 'limiting' myself to only three purchases) and taking in our first giants game; saturday included chinatown and little italy and city lights bookstore and another night at pac bell; sunday brought the golden gate (can't believe i almost missed it...stunning) and wine country and the long-rumored meeting with the amazing zach.

i think saturday was my favorite day, perhaps. we got out earlyish and walked through chinatown (20-something per pound of scallops - wild!) and wandered into little italy (is it okay to eat a meatball sandwich? it was good) and went to city lights, once the hangout of the beats and now a hangout for faux-intellectuals (myself) and real intellectuals (unstadt) from all walks of life, apparently. and the second pac bell game was great, with me getting a demo cd two degrees from jon miller and with me getting on the jumbotron yelling "northwestern number one baby!"

yes. i violated my 'no mugging' rule.

in other news, cubs one, bravos none. quiver.