San Francisco!
Jul. 27th, 2013 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI just spent a week in San Francisco. ${EMPLOYER} sent me down there to spend a week with the idea that I would meet some of the other people in my division. I met quite a few of them; like all human beings, some were correctly but difficultly aware of their superior skills; some were wonderful and helpful; some were just wonderful.
I also ran intowhipartist and two furries who have been on my flists for a while. I went to Mr. S leather and bought an ahem device. I saw the famous San Francisco fog and was completely impressed by it. I saw the Golden Gate Bridge and likewise. I road Caltrain and enjoyed it. I road BART and did not. I road in a cab and quailed in terror as I realized the seatbelt didn't work.
I ate... moderately well. It took two tries to find a decent bagel shop. There are way too many "we'll charge hipsters $7 for a grilled cheese sandwich" shops. Despite being just around the corner from the office, I never stopped at 21st Amendment Brewery and never took the opportunity to drink Hell and High Watermelon straight from the tap.
I spent very little time in my hotel room, all things considered, despite my purchase from Mr. S. My days were full, and my evening were as well. I lost a day due to poor sleeping, damn the hotel. Not the hotel's fault, really; I just missed my wife, my family, and the comforting food of home, and slept incredibly poorly Tuesday night. Part of that may have been that Monday night, I woke up at 4am to make the flight to SF, and Tuesday, I forgot to turn the alarm off. So after sleeping like crap anyway, at 4am the alarm wakes me up with the most annoying buzz ever.
The Art Institue of SF has the world's most tempting bookstore. I made my saving throw, and walked out without buying anything.
The flight home was fine. The fog looks positively eldritch when viewed from above. I'm glad to be home.
I also ran into
whipartist and two furries who have been on my flists for a while. I went to Mr. S leather and bought an ahem device. I saw the famous San Francisco fog and was completely impressed by it. I saw the Golden Gate Bridge and likewise. I road Caltrain and enjoyed it. I road BART and did not. I road in a cab and quailed in terror as I realized the seatbelt didn't work.I ate... moderately well. It took two tries to find a decent bagel shop. There are way too many "we'll charge hipsters $7 for a grilled cheese sandwich" shops. Despite being just around the corner from the office, I never stopped at 21st Amendment Brewery and never took the opportunity to drink Hell and High Watermelon straight from the tap.
I spent very little time in my hotel room, all things considered, despite my purchase from Mr. S. My days were full, and my evening were as well. I lost a day due to poor sleeping, damn the hotel. Not the hotel's fault, really; I just missed my wife, my family, and the comforting food of home, and slept incredibly poorly Tuesday night. Part of that may have been that Monday night, I woke up at 4am to make the flight to SF, and Tuesday, I forgot to turn the alarm off. So after sleeping like crap anyway, at 4am the alarm wakes me up with the most annoying buzz ever.
The Art Institue of SF has the world's most tempting bookstore. I made my saving throw, and walked out without buying anything.
The flight home was fine. The fog looks positively eldritch when viewed from above. I'm glad to be home.
