San Francisco!

After asking 782 people (OK - it was only 3-4) what exactly to do in San Francisco, here I am. And I got some excellent replies - surprisingly all very similar, which means that there are either only around 12 things to do, or everyone I've asked has read the exact same Frommer's Guide to San Francisco and verbatim thrown it up (out?) back on me... I keed...I keed. I actually got a very good variety of ideas - thank you all who gave me suggestions - you will see that I even followed some of them.

The toughest part of the trip thus far was getting up at 4:30am on Saturday, after going to bed around 1am on the same day. I have been averaging around 3 hours of sleep for the past 3 days, admittedly, entirely due to my own choices. So it was with some raw emotion (shall I call it anger? I shall.) that I executed a jab-upper cut-hook combination on my shellshocked alarm clock. Despite hurrying, I barely made it on the plane - for the first time hearing my name called out over the Austin Bergstrom loudspeakers: "Mr. Unshaven Terrorist Like Looking Guy, please hurry on to Gate 4!".

The flight was relatively harmless - I spoke to a girl next to me who was going to a hair show in Seattle to sell curling irons. Fascinating stuff...I started to feel giddy as the connecting flight left the gate at Denver - I have this feeling of unsuppressable excitement when I fly for pleasure. Not to sound like a "gosh-darn-cliche", there's something invariably bubbly about discovering a city for the first time - it's like a book you know has gotten excellent reviews and like a book, it has nooks and crannies that are unique and embedded in different places for everyone who has visited it. I hope to read my own San Francisco story over the next couple of days...