San Francisco 2011- Part III

We made it to Napa Valley for some wine testing.
Future us was wine testing too.

I don't even know what is happening, but I like it.

Camera spider hands.

Lunch at the lake with our host.

Figuring out life.

Going back to the city.

We stopped by the Exploratorium.

San Francisco 2011- Part II

Look at all the stuff that can fit in Kathe's tiny little purse!

On our way to Napa Valley we stopped at this rad airport.

This might have been heaven for both of us.

San Francisco Adventure 2011-Part I

Kathe and I decided it was time for another adventure in the fall time of 2011. We decided on a quick trip to San Fran. Adventures with Kathe are never boring.

Classic mid jump pose at Fisherman's Wharf.

So many babes just riding around.
We found these hidden slides in the mission.
All you need is some cardboard.
Sketchy, but oh so fun.

Then we went on a not hike.

Kathe said, "You better change your shoes. This hike is supposed to be strenuous."

So I put on my tennies...

...and the strenuous hike was approximately 10 steps of nothing to this location.

Thanks for watching out for me Kathe.

The fog is incredible.

Somehow each time I visit San Francisco I am amazed by the weather.

I just don't understand the beautiful wonder that is San Fran.

Tourists alert.

Then we went to visit the Sutro Bath Ruins.

Beautiful.

Little did we know that the giant camera was right next to the Sutro Baths.

I didn't think we were going to get to see this thing, and almost Thelma and Louis-ed it with Kathe due to immense sadness.

But.

Found!

Happiest elf looking human on the planet.

Best friends foreves.

After our camera adventures we found the Full House house!

Then we met this guy for dinner.

Sol is the brother of a former co-worker.

His brother said I should become friends with Sol.

You know, because we both run.

Um, he runs the Boston Marathon.

We are totally on the same running level.

We became fast friends anyway.

He loved Kathe too.

We had a great time laughing and shocking the tables around us with our conversations.

Shocking I know.

Holy smokes.

Concrete slide video.

Kathe is a dare devil.

Vegas. Day of Departure.

Last day.

Brasil wanted to eat cheesecake while she was here.

Made it happen.

We walked around some more.
Classic.

Get me out of here.

Touristy.

Bye Vegas....forever.

Vegas. Day & Night Two.

This is when I tried to stay raw in Vegas.

You better believe I ordered a green smoothie.

The waitress was like, "Do what? Put spinach in your smoothie? I don't get it."

Just do it already citag.

Okay, I said that last part in my head.
She was actually very accommodating to my weird requests.

More disregard for what might be happening when taking a photo.
I am beginning to wonder if Brasil is thinking about switching teams.
This is when they took their giant to lunch.
This is when Kathe figured out I really am a giant.
"That is new information!"-Kathe.

After lunch Kathe left and it was just the sisters.

Brasil shopped all the live long day whilst I studied and took a nap.

******

Then we went to dinner.

Someone is not a fan of sour.

Met Marilyn Monroe.

She was convinced I was a designer that designed my own dress.

I told her otherwise, but Marilyn believes what she wants.

We stopped for a pick me up.

Someone (me) needed Red Bull before I fell over from exhaustion.

Good news.

The Red Bull worked.

Caffeine, chemicals, and sugar will cure anything.

My new friend from Montana.

He said he did not do well gambling this trip.

Stay away man.

Gambling sucks.

We walked around trying to be tourists.

Then some other awesome Australian tourists that were convinced I was a Katy Perry look-a-like and wanted pictures.

That is real life guys.

Oh, and our other new friends we met previously happened to walk by in this moment of Katy Perry-ness.

"Hey, Tyler!"-Me.

Brasil died laughing that I remember names of people.

She talked about it her entire trip.

What?

It is something I am usually good at.

I learned it from Dale Carnegie's book How to Win and Influence People.
Try it. You'll like it.

Fake double date with buds.

Guess what is not the door to the bathroom?

Random and fun.

Then I was all sorts of, "Brasil, remember when you lived here and I was going to be the president of the swing club? I've still got it."

She hated swing dancing back then and I have no idea why I needed to prove I did not lose the skill.

I would hate to dance with me though.

I tend to lead like the freakishly strong man I am.

Dancing with the Stars here I come.

Guess who was tired before everyone else.

I will give you one guess.

The old timer also known as me.

So I left Brasil with her new found American prospect (best story of the trip) to be a responsible adult and sleep.

Maybe it was not so responsible to leave her.

Hmmm. Oopsie.

I cannot be blamed for what happens when I am tired.

It is not a pretty sight when I want to sleep.

Think child throwing a tantrum.

*****

They are practically about to get married in The Little White Chapel.