Playing tourist on a Friday night

My Meetup group planned an outing to fisherman’s wharf. I decided to go early, as usual.

I went to catch the train, and found that a driver was yelling at the people trying to get on the train, stating that the area where people wait for the train was dangerous. Well, it wouldn’t be if you were following the rules of the road.

I continued down and got off the train at the stop where I could pick up one of my favorite lunches, Koja.

After lunch, I went to wash my hands. The bathroom was closed. I went to the other restroom and found it over crowded, of course.

One person was bathing in the sink, and another was bathing in the bathroom stall. Typical day.

I got back on the train and didn’t realize that the train I boarded didn’t stop where I expected. No big deal. I got off on the next stop and backtracked. I got photos of places I don’t usually see, since I was not where I usually am. I wasn’t lost. Just misplaced temporarily.

I had to look it up. I haven’t gotten to look up more than its name so far, though.

I walked to the ferry building, since I knew where the bathroom was and where the train stopped. My original plan was to walk to the meeting place, but my first train was delayed and it was too hot to walk as quickly as I would need to.

I met the group leader and we realized that it was just us, so we started out.

I didn’t realize that there was a bar at the top of Boudin’s, where they make sourdough bread. We didn’t drink there, but we were there for happy hour.

A couple of locally famous bars were relocated to the area where we were. We went into one.

We checked out a restaurant that someone in the group had recommended, but we didn’t go in.

We went to an art show at the next bar. It was nice. Photographs of Antarctica this month.

After we left Sweeties, we caught the bus. The leader went to Chinatown, but I continued on to catch the train home. I ended up getting off the bus a little early and walked the last few blocks to the station.

I had been on the train for a few stops when four guys poked their heads in, asking if the train went to the Castro. No one answered but me.  They got on the train and I asked them what they were doing in the Castro.  Bar hopping.  I told him which bars to hit.  They decided that I should go with them.  I decided that I was underdressed, so I went toward home instead.

I was planning dinner at the last big shopping area along the train line.  I had three restaurants in mind.  All three had lines down the block, so I decided that I was not having dinner there.  I went home and ordered Chinese food with the kids.  It was a very nice Friday evening.

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