I finally made it back from my trip to San Francisco yesterday and I was beat. Today was about the same and I tried to spend most of the day reading a book and watching golf. I went to the Apple Store downtown where I tried to sell a Macbook Pro to a guy (heh) and helped my sister get her new Macbook. She got a free printer and a free iPod and she gave me the iPod. Score.

The last day of the WWDC was virtually a half-day. I left in the middle of the day to meet Megan in Palo Alto. So I mentioned how she’s hazing me, sending me on the 71 bus down Market St after 11PM with the crackheads, etc. She told me to carry a coat on Friday and I carried that thing to Palo Alto where it was 90°F! The Caltrain down from San Francisco to Palo Alto had windows that didn’t open and no air conditioning. I down to Palo Alto early so I could walk around and the three mile trip through town was more boring and hot than I expected. I found a grocery store and hung around in the frozen food aisle, pretending to be very interested in fish sticks.

Megan took me to the Keith Urban concert in San Jose. When did they start playing music video-ish stuff behind the stage? We only saw a couple of songs by The Wreckers and a couple of songs by Keith Urban before we left. Then we made it back to the city where the drinking continued.

I didn’t leave until Saturday afternoon. My sister asked me to bring back some Japanese treats from Benkyodo in Japantown so I went in the morning. She didn’t tell me that I’d have to walk through the PJs to get to Japantown. There were flyers about the three shooting deaths that happened in the last 48 hours. On the way back, there was a street fair on Fillmore.

Oh, and I sort of went on a date. I met someone I know from online and she drove me to Pickles (the old Clown Alley).

It’s one of the places I was obsessing about, I guess, because one of the managers from Apple said:

21:54: damn, you finally got to clown fucking alley
21:54: thank god
21:54: I thought you'd never stop asking about it. :)

Well, anyway, I met a woman who drove me to a hamburger place and we walked around Chinatown. Megan says it counts. Heh