observation:

SF or, specifically the castro, feels a lot like Sydney during Mardi Gras. Crossed with a cruise club. And we all know how much I like those sorts of places.

Thank goodness we're back off to the wine country tomorrow, I'm a little fragile right now.

Dinner...

Ok so the last posting sounds a bit ungrateful- I love everyone I've met so far, you're all lovely guys and Jeff's been nothing short of wonderful- showing Boof and I around today, twin peaks, lombard st, the bridge and fishermans wharf. I'm just feeling very lost in a big city in a strange foreign country- nothing to do with the company, its purely location.

Greg's 'tarts for dinner' tonight was lovely- a huge table full of friendly happy bears, all of whom I knew from here or there. Later we invaded the Gelato store, making it bear heaven in 40 flavours. I got pleasantly mauled by a number of big furry guys, mauled in between spoonfuls of gelato, of course.

After-dinner drinks were had at the Edge, where the small crowd dispersed gradually until only naughty bearzbub and castrowoof were left, and they walked us halfway home which was nice.

Have to get to sleep soon as we need to catch the 11.10 ferry tomorrow.. more adventures await!