Sometimes i'm really really really lucky and don't have to fly coach or first class or go through security at all and we get to fly private... It's a blissful moment and i wouldn't mind flying for 4 hours on this thing. Unfortunately we were only flying to San Fran from LA so it was a mere 50 minutes and too early.
Giants fans are soooooo energetic (in a good way) and the Stadium has a Ghiradhelli Shop in the park so... that means that i sit there for 3 hours trying to resist the urge to eat a huge ice cream sunday with their homemade fudge. Sad.
I'm not a huge fan of the city of San Fran however... The homeless people are so angry, rude, and bold. Our hotel was downtown and apparently close to 'the tenderloin' which, btw is where all the crackheads live so i'm not exaggerating the level of craziness that was there. We went to dinner on Saturday night at our hotel given the fact that even name dropping couldn't get me a table for more than 5 people at 6:30 for a 7 o clock dinner. However, i was extremely pleased by the grub. mmm
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