We sleep in too late today, not even getting into the city until the p.m. Random wandering yields a visit to Macworld, the place to be for enthusiasts of Macintosh computers. I don’t quite and my cotravelers definitely don’t fit into this category, so I explore for an hour or 2 while they get lunch. Most amazing was a USB fan: a little, tiny personal fan powered by plugging into your computer. So useless it’s sellable?
Shooting pool wiles away another hour and then we see “The Hours,” which holds the distinction of being one of few movies I wish I’d slept through more of. Reading in Borders spends more time in a totally-not-unique-to-San-Francisco kind of way.
The last bus back to San Mateo was at midnight; Marvin takes it, while the
other 3 of us remain in San Fran. It’s 4 a.m. and I just parted with the
other 2, who are heading to the train station for the 5 a.m. back to the
apartment. I’m going to try and make up for a largely wasted day by
walking basically across Frisco (from the Safeway by 14th and Market, to be exact) to the Golden Gate Bridge, where I’ll admire the sunrise as a goodbye to the West Coast. No sleep (yay!), but I’ll buy a poncho for the on-and-off drizzle, start walking, and arbitrarily end the entry for today.