thepirate

One more saturday event.
Woke up to the sound of someone jiggling the stupid doorknob (my bed was right next to the door). Turns out it had decided to fall apart.
-Sunday-
Up at 8 once again. I just don't seem to be able to sleep in these days.
Bagel and English muffin first breakfast while reading the novel I'd packed along.

Checked out, threw my stuff in a corner at the hostel's office, and wandered down the street towards the san remo.

The original plan was to search for a donut store for second breakfast but after meeting up with the san remo kids making burning sacrifices to their nicotine god plans changed.

Second breakfast cinamon french toast at the IHOP and it was good.

Returned to the san remo. Roused maxx and the artist formerly known as poopy and headed to brunch.

The line was too long, we went and got drinks. Maxx bought mexican food down the street. I lost at pool. All was right with the world.

Then it was time for me to go. I might sum it all up at some point, but for now just consider the fact that it took me almost three hours to get from SF to the San Jose airport on mass transit.