Homeless Woman Attacks Black Male On Bus

It's 11:30pm on my last night in San Francisco right now and I'm blogging. This is because my two trip mates are unable to rally themselves from the clutches of sleep to enjoy it properly, and probably for good reason.

Today kicked our asses.

At Approximately 9 this morning we suited up and took to the San Francisco pavement, met with beautiful weather and an immediate regret for wearing sandals. As we clipped and thundered up and down the wicked angles of the city, we stumbled upon Union Square, one of the main-drag shopping districts that house many of the 'mall-esque' stores.

Abby hit up H&M while Weis and I wandered through China town, where the only semblance of American culture was the way the Chinese went about setting up shop. Hoards of Chinese crap presented itself in true garage sale fashion, an endless display of worthless matter piled together with crossed-fingers that some moron may mistake it for a gem.





We burst off the scene, scoped out a nearby pier, and hopped on a bus to Haight Street. Haight was everything we wanted it to be and more. Hipsters and homeless meshed together in some kind of weird gritty heaven and mind-bending graffiti poured from every alley way. We snagged some lunch at a place whose awning said "noodle house", but whose real name was something having to do with Citrus (We didn't even realize the menu didn't match up to the building title until way after).



Abby piled on more clothes, I got a Rain Parade CD from Amoeba music, and Weis picked up a book he'd been looking for since the trip began. Smiles ear to ear. Golden Gate Park was kind to us and let us rest our heads by the flower beds of a botanical garden as distant flute melodies and hand-drum syncopation wafted about.



Back on the bus, over to Telegraph Hill, where we climbed some secretive Greenwich stairs to a hilltop community, twisting around through houses and gardens until we got dumped out on Grant street, where oddly enough we were set to have dinner for the night. Aunt Chuck and Gary treated us to an amazing beer and pizza dinner (clam pizza) before we got the grand tour of San Fran.

Drove past the trolley pick-up in the Warf, walked past the Buena Vista Cafe who first created the Irish Coffee in the 50's, saw the Golden Gate Bridge, drove through Lake St which houses the rich and famous, saw the Breakers and the tide coming in, checked out the Castro district (gay gay gay people), city hall, a transvestite, and home. It was a busy tour.

*Worth noting are some store names in the Castro district
- Does You Mama Know?
- Thick and Thin Pizza
- Squat and Gobble Cafe
- Moby Dick
- Rock Hard
- Sausage Factory