What a long bloody day. I woke up at the god-awful hour of four in the morning, having only had 2 hours of sleep. I just was too excited/worried about today.

My trip to San Francisco had two legs on American Airlines. The first flight was to Boston, then came the killer six hour cross continent flight. The worst part of it was boarding the flight. My ticket gave my seat 36F, and as I got further and further into the plane, my mood fell. My seat? It was a window seat in the last row.

Next time I book my own trip.

Landed with a headache, due to lack of sleep, water, and food (American Airlines seems to have some catering strike). Got to the Metropolos Hotel, and after resting up, I headed down to the adjoing restaurant for some “Asian Fusion”. Which means “Indian”. It was satisfactory, a bit expensive, don’t know if I will go there again. I’ll post the name tomorrow.

Linked reviews to Google Maps listing of the Metropolis Hotel all said it was in a rough neighborhood. What I think people really mean to say is “poor”. Vagrants stumble about day and night, and if you have problems dealing with the darker side of urban living, yeah, I can see where you might be disturbed. But right around the corner though, it all brightens up.

The secret seems to be to swagger around like you belong, not to gawk like a tourist.

It’s hard not to stare, though. Right across the street from my room fly two large gay-pride flags. And every so often a red trolley rumbles by cheerfully.

I am in San Francisco.

Goodnight world.