San Francsico, the White's have Landed

12/12/2009

The Nancy and I arrived in rainy, foggy San Francisco last night about 5:30 after spending a tad over six hours on a United flight with me cramped in a middle seat.  Our legs felt like rubber and our bladders were screaming for relief and we were hungry as hell.  After a short wait to retrieve our luggage we hit the rental car area – a short train ride away from terminal, got our car after a mild tussle with the Enterprise rep (she wanted me to buy insurance and didn’t like hearing “no”), we hit the wet roads for a 10-15 mile trip to The Wharf Hilton while trying not to get lost in a strange, no pun intended, town. 

I seemed to have selected the wettest time of the year in San Francisco for a visit, but, what the hell, I am going to enjoy it.  I got up this morning at o-early thirty to a pitch black sky and more rain.  Nothing opens in the hotel until 6:30, so here I sit needing coffee and sustenance with nothing to do but this and listen to Christmas music that seems to be repeating the same songs every ten minutes or so.  Other than the front desk attendant I have not seen another soul, though there is a running taxi sitting outside the front door with blackened windows.  Everyone must be sleeping in this morning.

The Nancy’s plan for today is to see San Francisco.  My plan for the same time is to explore San Francisco’s brewing facilities, purely for experimental purposes.  After all, I am a student of the art.

And that is all I have to say about that…