So Sunday night Louis and I landed in San Fran and picked up another bitchin' convertable rental car (This time we got a 'Stang which is way hotter than our last car.) ˆ louis kanganis ˆ business trip ˆ rental car ˆ

This is San Francisco's Union Square all the nice hotels are - our hotel was four blocks away which is apparently four blocks too far considering I was confronted by a gang of pipe-weilding hobos so scary that was I forced to walk around with an uncapped pen in my jacket pocket. (A pen? Yeah, I don't know either. It was all I had and I figure worst-case-scenario I could always stab someone in the neck with it or something.) ˆ san francisco ˆ

Hey, it's a "look I'm in San Francisco" picture. ˆ san francisco ˆ taxi ˆ

Artsy? Yes. But somehow not quite artsy enough for the "art" section. ˆ san francisco ˆ

There's our gal? She's a real beaut, ain' she, Clark? ˆ rental car ˆ

Louis and I had nothing to do and nowhere to go so we drove around in our bitching convertable (that's right, see above) and explored the city. ˆ ocean ˆ san francisco ˆ

Look at this crazy shit...looks like (the planet) Naboo from Star Wars. ˆ san francisco ˆ

Admission only $10?!? Hey, I've got $10! I had about 90 minutes to kill before meeting Louis and Chris (the new guy) back at the hotel so I figured I check out a SF strip club...see some heinies, maybe get some boobies in my face.

So I go in, pay the cover, sit down in one of the seats and immediately two girls come up to me, tell me that the club has 5 other stages and they're going to take me on a tour because it's the afternoon and business is slow. So I get up, walk past the stage into another room with several stages and they literally push me through a curtained wall into a private room and onto a couch. They tell me that for $160 bucks I can do "whatever I'd like." So I'm like "Um, I just came in to see some boobies, this is a little steep for me." and she goes "Steep? Okay, $125." While the sat looking at each other with confused looks on their faces, I bumrushed the door.

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Air traffic control at LAX. ˆ los angeles ˆ portfolio ˆ

Tuesday night I hopped a flight to LA for a bunch of meetings. And the wonderous Kate Hill (recently transplanted from Boston and shown here posing with her bitching new ride) was gracious enought to pick me up at the airport (and chaffeur my ass around town). ˆ kate hill ˆ car ˆ los angeles ˆ

The first thing she did was take me to In-N-Out Burger and school me in West Coast Fast Food. ˆ kate hill ˆ in-n-out-burger ˆ

Yep, here's where I spend 70% of my entire LA-trip...in the fucking car. (Thanks again Kate; you're a peach). ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ driving ˆ

And then on Friday, I flew back to San Fran for one more meeting before heading back to tha EnWhyCee. Um, here's some bridge. Yeah, not the red one, the other one. ˆ bridge ˆ