I’ve managed to make a couple of friends here as a result of living in this hostel, and it just so happens that these people are very big on staying out until at least 6am. I thought I had snuck back to the hostel successfully, but after trying to go to sleep for about a half hour (it was midnight), I was tapped on the shoulder, and obliged them on their offer to go to a bar or two.

I will post pictures of the area where we went, but it is essentially warehouses that have been re-appropriated by young people and made into things. One warehouse, for instance, has been transformed completely into an indoor skatepark—another one a climbing wall facility.

We stopped at a few bars, and by the end of the evening, I was sufficiently loose, as they say, and stumbled back to the hostel, only to realize that it was, indeed, 6am. I have done nothing today, I am a pile of garbage rolled into a lazy, shitty burrito, and I salute you for living today. I felt like saying what Jeff Garlin says in this video when I realized that it was 5pm when I woke up.

Listening to: Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Ate: Doner (falafel/pita combination)

This post is dedicated to the 2011 San Francisco Giants season. A lot of excitement is building for next season.