Saturday was a shopping day, and I found a few sweaters and a dress, all in the name of strategic packing for Japan. We took a long walk through North Beach in the evening; and after a leisurely browse through the City Lights bookstore, we had a lovely Italian dinner, sitting outside and people-watching. We had a drink at the San Francisco Brewing Company before calling it a night.
Andrew had convinced me to go to a football game with him on Sunday, 49ers vs. the Patriots. I thought it might not be so bad, sitting outside in what had been predicted to be cool fall weather, perhaps drinking some hot chocolate, wearing a warm new sweater, and reminiscing about my high school marching-band days. This was not the case. It was blisteringly hot outside (et tu, San Francisco?), with unrelenting, cloudless sun, and I came away with a significant burn. Andrew has taught me well in the ways of baseball, but my conversion to willing-football-game-goer is going to be much harder to bring about. On an interesting note, we saw several people on two different occasions being escorted out by security, with at least one person in handcuffs. Getting that worked up about a football game is something beyond my comprehension, but I gawked happily nonetheless. In the picture below, taken before the game started, you'll note my somewhat wary expression, as well as smoke from team-entrance-announcing fireworks in the background.