The view of San Fran from across the water. (I had a ton of really great pics of us all fucking off on some crazy-ass abandoned military base near here, but alas, they were amongst the pics on the card that was in my Canon Rebel - yep, the ones I erased.)
After getting settled in at Uncle Ira's, we all headed to downtown SF to meet up with some friends (my friend Alysha, Jamie Waxman, who we know from NYC, and one of Jordana's good friends from school) and have some Thai food.
Admission only $10?!? Hey, I've got $10! I had about 90 minutes to kill before meeting Louis and Chris (the new guy) back at the hotel so I figured I check out a SF strip club...see some heinies, maybe get some boobies in my face.
So I go in, pay the cover, sit down in one of the seats and immediately two girls come up to me, tell me that the club has 5 other stages and they're going to take me on a tour because it's the afternoon and business is slow. So I get up, walk past the stage into another room with several stages and they literally push me through a curtained wall into a private room and onto a couch. They tell me that for $160 bucks I can do "whatever I'd like." So I'm like "Um, I just came in to see some boobies, this is a little steep for me." and she goes "Steep? Okay, $125." While the sat looking at each other with confused looks on their faces, I bumrushed the door.
This is San Francisco's Union Square all the nice hotels are - our hotel was four blocks away which is apparently four blocks too far considering I was confronted by a gang of pipe-weilding hobos so scary that was I forced to walk around with an uncapped pen in my jacket pocket. (A pen? Yeah, I don't know either. It was all I had and I figure worst-case-scenario I could always stab someone in the neck with it or something.)