Do not sing, "Thank God I'm a Country Boy"

Andrea and I went on a death march from the 24th Street and Mission Station all the way to the Embarcadaro. We stopped at a Taco Ria and a vietnamese place for two micro meals (and an Indian Ice Cream Joint) before making sure Zeitgest was OK.

We purchased band aids.

Walked down Market and then through North Beach and stopped off to sing Thank God I'm a Country Boy which is WAY HARDER than I expected. I am not a fan of Happy Hours where people go on a split bill.

Gave advice on volunteering for the beer festival but my hoof clomped down.

Vino Venue was also OK as they had loads of pugs.