Recap: San Francisco

Sorry about the no-post yesterday.

Anyway...

Yesterday was Kate's birthday, as you all probably know (or most of the people who read this, anyway), and I went to San Francisco with her and her mother. San Francisco is a right big o' city that looks beautiful at night from a distance because of the number of light it possesses. It also possesses a lot of interesting colored houses. Like bright green with purple and teal. Or just bright purple. Or bright and pastel pink. I haven't been to San Francisco much and I generally missed a lot of things and so yesterday had a lot of "firsts" for me (thought it did for Kate too, unless I'm mistaken).

We went to the exhibit, which turned out to be "The Universe Within" thing that Ms. Janson ranted about last year. She'd be so proud of us. I stayed just outside of my near-sighted vision range so all the details are blurred and the things looked more fake, even so I think I'll retreat back into my vegetarian style for a bit longer. The skin-on-a-cloth-hanger thing bothers me no end.
What also bothered me was the presence of plastic plants in the exhibit. They're very, very plastic. And since the people are by technical definition 'plastic' too, I was bothered by the plastic plants and the plastic people.
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We saw some very interesting things. I went inside a cathedral (sp?) for the first time (Grace Cathedral). It was very imposing but had orchids in a state of health that Crowley would've been proud of. It also had this maze-thing (word: labyrinth? Or was that something else) laid on the stones outside, which I tried to walk and liked very much. In a store we saw action figures of all sorts of ...historically interesting people. Such as Benjamin Franklin, Moses, Jesus (okay, action figure, yes, freaky), and Edgar Allan Poe. When I saw Mr. Poe I exclaimed "Good grief!" without thinking, much to the amusement of Kate. So yes, there's an action figure of Edgar Allan Poe in a toy store, with removeable books.
Good grief indeed.
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Waited outside briefly while entering a restaurant. Kate whistled and while discussing whistling and the memories it brought up, she whistled the "STar-spangled Banner". Afterwards when she tried to whistle "Happy Birthday", on the third line, at the highnote, she trailed off into the "Star-spangled Banner" because the notes were so similar. After a momentary recovery period (straight-face being a necessary requirement for the art of whistling), she tried to sing it...and lapsed into patriotism (patriosm? what?) again. Much to my amusement. We folded the straw wrapper into a paper star because we were bored while waiting for food, and Kate developed the game of hockey with two toothpicks and the paper star, which was soon damaged (it has suffered much). So I folded another thing out of the chopstick wrapper and it, along with teh toothpicks were given to me to keep after dinner. So far the 'equipment' have escaped the notice of my parents, saving me from having to explain why I carried home two toothpicks and a folded-up chopstick wrapper.

Pictures? Of course. I took two of Kate opening her present for you, Lucy, but the lighting was awful and the pictures were pretty bad, but I'll mail them to you anyway. Some of the shots'll be online in my album later.

And Kate? Work on your three-point arguments. lol