So we were enjoying our stay in San
Francisco—the next AM we had our continental breakfast by the pool,
and Heather and I also swam before we checked out. We tried to get a
room for the next night, to no avail. Full. But that turned out well,
since we were able to then stay in the Triton Hotel the next night
which I liked a little better—fancier, bu I liked the old building
it was in, and that it was on the edge of Chinatown, nice lobby and
stairways. Real nice bathtub.
I don't remember the logistics of all
this activity. Some talk at the Film Arts Foundation that night, plus
American Job screening—at another personality-less cineplex—Chris
was at the talk, with Hannah and Suzanne, so I did a Q&A after
the screening. Tom was there, and also Denise. Diana came, with Jerry
Miller.
Later we're hanging out in front of the
theater—and I take migraine pills and start to feel better. Then we
see Greg Lynziki, and he goes with us back to the hotel, and we all
walked to a bar in Chinatown. This is a constantly shifting group,
actually. Then we sleep and next day Chris and Sarah leave for the
airport, but we get to stay in the hotel in the morning and store our
stuff there. Stephanie, Heather, and I walk around all day, go to to
North Beach, etc. Meet up with Rachel and friend for Chinese
restaurant. Later, back to the hotel. Stephanie takes a cab to the
airport, and Heather and I take a cab to the train station.
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