San Francisco with the Pookster
Day 4: Wednesday August 13, 2003
| On Wednesday I landed in San Francisco and picked up a ten-day rental car with unlimited mileage at the airport. At nine I made it to the Pookster's place in the Mission after circling for half an hour looking for a parking space. The Pookster was a friend from my office-temping days in London after graduating from JMU back in '98.
The Pookster had found her niche in San Francisco and knew exactly where to find the best music, shopping and restaurants.
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The Pookster with Wonderwoman |
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The Pookster, her friend K and I hit an art exhibit On Friday night while out in the mission. The centerpiece was a large work resembling a hut. To fully experience this piece we had to crawl in and lie down on a large rotating bed, which set the work into a five-minute cycle of fog machines and animal noises. |
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Then we hit a Tapas place, where I learned that Sangria makes me blush. The Pookster had to work during the days, so I wandered around the town.
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