So, for some reasons that don't quite escape me, I hardly did anything on Friday. I ended up waking up at 8am that day feeling incredibly groggy, since I had done the wise deed of staying up until 2:30 talking to people. For some reason, I was forced to eat breakfast at an illy's (some lesser-known coffee shop chain for those out of the loop). Honestly, I don't understand why someone would find hot beverages and pastries to be a satisfying meal, but then again, there's probably a reason my mother weighs 170 pounds at 5'1.

So, we were forced to switch hotels that morning, since mom absolutely needed to be in the building where her silly Harry Potter Convention was being held for some reason, but we couldn't check into the place until 3. So, we went into the SUPER SECRET NOTORIOUS STAFF ROOM to drop off all our shit, and I left the building to go adventuring. Ever since getting out of the HP movie last night, a random spark of inspiration had motivated me to do something extraordinary with myself (coupled with what  evilamoeba said before I left), so I figured to start, I'd head over to Walgreens and get myself a little notebook and pens.

Pretty much, the only exciting thing I did that day was ride the cable car to nearly the end of the line, and go up to explore Lombard Street, that twisty, windy sunuvabitch that everyone comes to gawk at. However, I wasn't there to gawk, and instead leaped onto a brick ledge lining one of the houses, and stayed there for an hour as I wrote in the little notebook I had bought. However, as it should come to no surprise, bricks aren't the most comfortable material, so I ended up leaving (snapped a shot of Alkatraz on the way back) and getting back to the new hotel at around 3.

And that's when I saw then: The fat Harry Potter nerds. I didn't take any pictures of them since, you know, I don't want to seem like a creeper, but I'm pretty sure you can imagine a gaggle of 30 year olds dressed up as characters they have absolutely no resemblance to. It's like a furry convention without any creativity.

So, I had to wait about half an hour for my mother to get off the security shift that had already ended, before carrying a shit load of bags up to the new hotel room. Unfortunately, it's a shit load smaller the old one, but I guess it's not the worst thing in the world. However, after getting up there, I felt the grogginess from earlier smack me like a rogue wreckingball, and I ended up drifting off to sleep until dinner.

Oh yeah, that was fun. Apparently my parents planned to go to a certain restaurant, without making reservations. So of course when we got there, we found ourselves shit out of luck, and instead decided to make reservations for Sunday (today durp), and following that, wandered around downtown for several blocks until everyone decided to stop being a picky fuck and settled on a generic restaurant that only served burgers, sandwiches and breakfast food. Apparently I didn't feel like taking pictures of any of this, except this thing that I found stenciled onto one of the walls. P. cool bro.

I imagine Friday would have been a lot more interesting if I had actually gotten some sleep the previous night, but I guess it's all good. I guess. ENJOY ALL THE CABLE CAR AND WINDY ROAD PICS.

And this was originally going to be a journal for two days but fuck, it would still be too damn long, considering I actually did a lot of shit yesterday. SATURDAY JOURNAL PENDING.

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