Previously. On day 3, I hope up early, er, around 10ish probably. I Interneted for awhile and then got ready for a bike tour around San Francisco. Afterwards we hit up Chinatown for dinner and then to a loungey club.
Kaizar's fancy bicycling shoes...
And my fancy bicycling shoes.
I seriously have not biked-biked since...college so I was slightly apprehensive. Good thing I had an awesome helmet. The hoodie over the helmet was my extra touch.
We rode by this museum. I actually did not go in because Kaizar the biking nazi wouldn't let me. "WE MUST BIKE MORE" he said. "Fine. Sheesh." I said.
After a nice moderately long ride, WE FUCKING MADE IT! WATER-HOOOOOO! I raise my bike triumphantly! I didn't die. San Francisco drivers: Ya'll a buncha pussies; New York drivers woulda definitely killed me.
We made it to the ocean. It looks...like the ocean on the East Coast. Oh well.
My alien head observing the beach.
Me and the Navigator.
Kaizar with his matching shiny silver helmet and shoes.
You heard me. Shiny fucking helmet...that's very lopsided.
Random windmill near the beach.
And then we biked by this farm where they harvest these animals, grind them up, and served in restaurants as "vegetarian meatballs that taste just like the real thing!"
Its backside. I know ONE of you is looking at this photo and getting excited. STOP IT. Deviant.
Kaizar's neighborhood subway stop. After a tiring ride and some resting at his apartment, we headed back out to Chinatown for dinner.
The Equinox in San Francisco is...very...grand.
We yelp'd to find a good restaurant in Chinatown and it recommended this one. We arrived and saw that it was filled with white people. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But the Chinese restaurant next to it was also decently crowded with...Chinese people. So we chose the latter.
The leftovers. By the looks of this photo it looks like a bunch of 8 year old kids who don't like their vegetables ate here. No love for the broccoli apparently, which I blame solely on Akash as he is the resident vegetarian.
Haha. Kaizar got his I WILL KILL YOU look going on.
Akash is eating...just not broccoli.
Kaizar, Akash and I before we head out into the SF night. Where will it take us? At the time I knew not where.
P.S. Oh yea, they only brought out two fortune cookies. Hahaha.
While walking we came across this bus stop advertisement for the local zoo. Haha.
An antelope busting out a pained blue steele. Haha.
Akash is roadkill antelope (I think?).
James is affable antelope.
A sleeping security guard dreaming sweet dreams of Federal bailouts probably.
Me and Akash hetero-ally sharing one comfortable seat. It's fine.
The people for the night.
And then we hit the dance floor. Word to your mom.
AGAIN with the middler finger thing. SO RUDE. I really need to stop it. I apologize to you. And your mom.
What. The. Fuck. That girl was NOT with us and I don't recall seeing her at all. This is what happens when the camera is surrendered to amateurs. Horror is produced. I'm sure she's a perfectly nice and decent lady, but this is not flattering to that chick in the patterned outfit.
Yea, I got a haircut before I came out to SF.
Haha.
It doesn't look like any of us are having any fun.
A cheerful middle finger raised. I must stop.
I CAN'T STOP. I HAD to ruin this picture after I heard Kaizar say, "Here take a photo of JUST ME" and then he busts out this Crest Cheese Smile. I'm SORRY KAIZAR for ruining your photo!
After we left the lounge, we passed the same bank and saw a NEW security guard. This really excited me and Akash especially.
And we passed the same bus ad and made the girls get their photos taken with it.
She was not happy about this.
Sidewalk art.
The End.