I'm tired. Very, very tired. I don't really have any good pictures from today. Joe went on a brewery tour and the kids and I went to Union Square. We had a good time going in book shops and toy stores. Then we tried to find a restaurant and got lost in the ghetto. I don't mean jokingly 'it was ghetto'. I mean it smelled like pee and s**t. I lost count of how many people were talking to themselves. There were guys selling DVD's out of a dirty bag. A lady on her lunch break saw me looking at a map (which I suck at reading) and asked if I needed help. She then pointed out to me that I was in a really crappy area. The drug dealers totally didn't clue me in.
After we got unlost and made it back to Market Street, without having lunch, we went to the mall to have lunch. I was a little to frazzled to search for anything else. It was getting to late to go to Zeum or the Science Museum but we did go to Yerba Buena gardens and Metreon.
For dinner we went to Dosa over in Mission. I took pictures. It looks like every other Indian food you've ever seen. It was good.
The parking gods shined on me again back at the hotel. Now I'm laying here in a drooling stupor. I am having fun on this trip. I really can't say I like S.F. much, though. I'm pretty ready to go home. Tomorrow were going to try and have a bit more of a low key day and see if that settles every ones tempers.