Happy birthday Nelson.

I spent 30 minutes or so at the gym in my hotel and I’m pretty tired. I would have done a full “Kill me now” but my left knee hurts. I’m not sure if it’s the same one I hurt on Sunday when Megan and Nadeem drove me to the Union Street Fair and parked on a steep street, head in. I had to get in the back seat of Nadeem’s Jetta and he’d put Armor-All on it, making it quite slippery and I went ass over teakettle, sliding all the way to the other side. Today was even stupider. I saw an attractive woman at the developers conference and wasn’t looking where I was going and ran my knee into a chair. I’ve been limping ever since then. In any case, I did the renegade rows, push presses, sit ups, and just a few minutes on the stair climber while watching the end of the first quarter of the basketball game.

So far I’m falling out of love with San Francisco on this trip. The hotel is loud, the food is mediocre, and the crowd seems to be out-of-work aging hipsters who ditch their babies and continue drinking excessively. I think the women in Portland are better looking too. I went to Ristorante Ideale in North Beach tonight, a favorite of an Italian friend, and my breaded pork chop was tasty but over cooked. I’ve had better at mid-level restaurants like the Widmer Gasthaus. I went to a bar to see Nelson on his birthday and it was a weird crowd. I think I’m better off staying in Portland.