- Primarily I was up to enjoying the amazing sun. See "Boy, Howdy!" entry.
- Lying in Alamo Square park*. Weather? Weather was so perfect, that I'm not sure it even existed. That good.
- Walking from Brian and Shelly's joint through Golden Gate park, to the Pacific Ocean, and going for a quick and exceptionally brisk dip.
- Writing a letter to contest the $50 ticket I found on my windshield when I went to move my car. Offense? Wheels not turned (which is to say they were straight) while parked on a hill with a grade above 3%. Nice try, SF. Even if that might be common sense, it wasn't marked anywhere, and giving me a ticket other than a warning strikes me as something of a "we don't give a shit" towards visitors.
As they say, "It were** a day".
*Home of what you might refer to - if your childhood resembled mine in any substantive way - "The Full House Houses". Thankfully, Dave Coulier was no where to be found, cause that could have gotten ugly real fast***.
**Switching it up on you a bit, you know, to keep you on your toes.
***You don't cross Alanis Morrisette and expect me to forgive and forget.
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