San Fran was a treat. I think I could live in that city if I weren't already so fond of Portland. Here's a breakdown according to my eyeballs, toes and brain: Stayed in a lovely home belonging to Tom and Fred in the SOMA district.

Ate at a relatively seedy Vietnamese joint on 6th while watching lunatics and naked wanderers

Stood behind several chunk butts while absorbing the pride parade

Walked around every hood in San Fran until both of my hips lost each other completely

Perused two handfuls of galleries in the Geary

Devoured two tacos at a bustling joint in the mission district and afterward wandered the mural clad alleyways while drunken transvestites whistled our way

Biked to and from the farmer's market on the pier then concocted a pile of a meal (steamed mussels, tarragon chicken, potato croquettes, sauteed oyster mushrooms and green beans and strawberry shortcake for dessert) for Tom, Fred, my man and two other awesome mammals called Linda and Greg

Pedaled through the Castro district and Golden Gate Park

Fondled a plethora of books I'd like to read at City Lights bookstore

Slurped down roasted banana and chocolate peanut butter gelato

Dined in style at Bar Tartine

Gave my new friends Tom and Fred four cheek kisses, two high fives and several bear hugs