After a short day in the land of the movie star we headed up the Pacific coast to San Francisco. Pulling up to an apartment in the mission district, our friend leapt into the passenger seat and sat in Kathleen's lap as we circled the blocks to find a parking spot - we managed to finish all of our catching up before finding one on Valencia. An air mattress (that quickly deflated) felt like a sofa for a queen and we slept in until 10. Breakfast, and then to the BART, Kathleen and I met up with a friend from Austin who happened to be moving to Ventura the next day, climbed Mount Davidson for a great 360 degree view of the city on a cold and cloudy day . Dinner in the Haight-Ashbury district and a long wrong-way bus ride to the end of the line wound us back to the mission and back to bed. One more day in SF: breakfast, sneaker shopping (not for me, I swear), Dolores Park (including but not limited to people-watching, card playing, improvising songs to Emily's goofy guitar riffs), karaoke bar (appropriately named Amnesia), and a gay bar called Lexington Club.
Up at 9 and on the road through beautiful mountains of Northern California. The sun sets on the cold mountains of Oregon...as we enter Portland we are laughing about something, anything just as we were laughing when we drove away in Austin. Success.
Kathleen's apartment is awesome, but we go to meet up with an old friend at a bar, and I stay the night with her.
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