The weather in San Francisco has been rainy and cold. On my walk to work one day I got pelted by dime sized hail. The next day a downpour soaked me so bad I had to change my socks and walk around the office shoeless for the better part of the day. All this is reminding me a bit of back east but as bad as the weather can seem at the time there is something familiar and comforting about the days where you just want soup for lunch. Really haven’t felt that in the 5 previous years I’ve spent in California.
Retro boutique hotel in Union Square. Very interesting decor and the room was much taller than it was wide, sort of like being dropped in a well. Decent night sleep though and very close to Pearl’s.
Drove up to San Francisco for a wedding and made it much earlier than I anticipated. As a result I was able to crash the bachelor party and grab a few “shots of people taking shots” at Ireland’s 32 (one of many Irish bars in SF I learned).
