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Wednesday, Urk. I think I did indeed catch something at the con -- either that, or I'm having problems with the fact that we spent last night in a smoking room. Lyndon had them change it this morning, and we're in an even nicer wing of the building with a pretty view of the city, but it still takes a bit for smoking yuck to clear out of your system. Or maybe I just have a cold, whatever. I think I'll be downing lots of orange juice and vitamins for the next few days. In any case, we did manage to stagger down to Fisherman's Wharf and do touristy stuff -- took a boat tour around the Bay (which was stunning -- we went underneath the Golden Gate Bridge, around Alcatraz -- depressing place -- and right by a bunch of windsurfers who were shooting along the waves at, oh, Mach 3. Did I mention that the Bay was mondo windy? Well, it is), walked around Ghirardelli Square again (I'm almost positive that I'm misspelling that -- I'll have to look it up later and correct it if necessary) and purchased lots and lots and lots of yummy chocolate, including a bar of dark chocolate with raspberries that is a solid orgasm, it really is. Then I staggered back to the room since I was still sleepy, and Lyndon did a bit of a wander while I stacked Z's. I know, I know -- how thrilling to spend your vacation in San Francisco sleeping. |
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