The Phallic Road Trip

Got a little bit of a slow start yesterday morning, booking a hotel for San Francisco and stopping at Wal-Mart to pick up another air mattress for Chris’s arrival.

We got to our seats at AT&T Park in the bottom of the 1st, having missed the first two of five runs Barry Zito gave up in his two-inning start. The Giants scored a run in the bottom of the 2nd, but never made it interesting, losing to the Tigers 7-2.

Justin is suffering from some sunburn today on his face from a perfectly clear, sunny day at the park. We had good seats in the 300 section on the third baseline, but also took some time to walk around the concourses, since the game wasn’t very exciting.

We made our way to the concourse behind center field in the 4th to try the Crazy Crabz sandwiches that the New York Times raved about, but just missed out. The two women who were behind us in line and asked us what to try found a shorter line to the side and got the last two sandwiches — bitches.

We settled for the kielbasa, which was good, but nothing spectacular.

Chris had made his way to the park from the airport while we were at the game and bounced around a couple of nearby bars until we got out and met him. Afterwards, we headed towards Union Square to check into our hotel.

Justin’s friend, Kyle, moved to the city a couple of weeks ago, so we made our way to an Irish pub near his area. We underestimated how rough the mile uphill walk would be, winding through Chinatown, but we got there. We hung out and had rounds of Anchor Steam while watching the end of the Cubs game. Chris was a little more adventurous and tried the Bloody Mary, which was a “fuckin’ 10.”

Chris’s dad had recommended an old speakeasy called Tosca, which was nearby, so we made our way there next for another round. Chris ran across the street for some dumplings — since we were still right next to Chinatown — where we met him for a late dinner.

Kyle left us since he had work early the next morning, but we walked towards the Financial District, where my old roommate Brad was at a bar with his fellow Wells Fargo recruits, whom he is training with in the city for the next two weeks. That bar closed early, so we went around the corner and found another one in the Embarcadero Center.

We got back a little after midnight to find Chris sprawled out with a pillow on the floor — he had made his way back earlier after the Chinese food because he was exhausted and jet-lagged. The best part was that he remembered to pick up batteries for the second air mattress, but was just too lazy to put them in. When we got back, we could only find two of the batteries, but found the other two this morning in a bag on the other side of the room.

About to go out and grab lunch. No real plans; Kyle gets off work at 3 and Brad gets off around 6. Probably going to save places like Fisherman’s Wharf and Coit Tower for tomorrow.

Don’t want to walk anymore hills today, we’re finding a trolley.