Hello from San Francisico!

Yep, I'm rockin out the East Coast!

I'll be here in California for the week, and will make an attempt to have a story up every day from here on out.

Judging from my itinerary, this may be difficult. There are several travel days built in, and those tend to be boring on all accounts, and I (hopefully) do have a day of rock climbing on actual cliff faces also set aside.

I may be too exhausted after defying gravity all day to write. Gravity's a bit of a jerk, she doesn't like people going against her all-powerful order that things shall fall.

At any rate, even after one day here, I can tell you that everything is seriously backwards here in San Francisco. Look for a train, get a parking garage. Look for a bathroom, get a hotel lobby.

Go visit in the summer, get flippin' winter.

Today was COLD. And, due to the sliver tongues of some people who used to be my friends, I was in shorts. And a t-shirt.

Other than that, we took a 8 mile bike ride/tour over the Golden Gate Bridge (which, I guess from growing up in New York, part of me wants to shorten to the GGB). And, aside from the assurances of the people we rented the bikes from, aside from the logical impossibility of it, this ride/tour managed to be uphill. The entire way.

Seriously, the place really has seemed pretty. I mean, there are some lower-end areas, don't get me wrong. But uper-end San Fran kicks the crap out of uper-end New Orleans.

Relimited (At times): "You know, I could get a job out in Silicon Vally, and get a house out here..."

But, then I'd here some piped in music from a restaurant, and spend a good 5 minutes looking for a street musician before I figured out it was piped in. I do so like my street musicians.

And, so far, I haven't been able to locate a good tongue in cheek humor t-shirt shop. Its like all the places that sell t-shirts are far to uptight about where they live and refuse to poke fun at it.

That's just... weird.