6/13/08 San Francisco, CA

We had a rare late wake up, 8 am. After a delish crew-chief breakfast (1/2 bagel, bowel of off-brand cereal, 1/2 banana, 1 cup of colored drink), we spent the day ina classroom discussing policies and procedures, good ol' P&P. A lot of time was spent on alcohol use. If you're under you can't drink and ifyou are over it can't affect the trip, violators will be sent home.
Went to Fisherman's Wharf for a greasy lunch at In-N-Out burger, a local hot spot. Our 60 guys packed the place, pushin over cpacity and hoping the firemarshall wouldn't stop by. The burger and fires were soooo good. When we finished eating, Drayton, David, Balls (Ryan Cole), and myself went the wrong way to Giradelli Square and ended up at Pier 39. Again, Alcatraz was booked until Sunday. We got to see sea lions (I think?) sunning and napping on the docks.
We regrouped at 2:00pm at USF and were given the rest of the evening off. Before going out though, I needed to take a deep look inside myself and made a crucial step in life: I shaved my legs. I spent about an hour standign inside a trash can buzzing and shaving off clumps below my knee. I did it not for speed or aesthetics, but if I take a nasty spill on the bike, it is easier to treat a wound without the surrounding jungle. It was weird, my pants felt cold and sticky. I already miss my hair.
Later, a bunch of us caught the Giants-A's game at AT+T Park. It was a cold night, but the park was right on the water and had a great view. Half of us left at the seventh inning stretch because we were tired but ended up getting lost trying to run after buses! We wound up catch the correct muni bus to find the other half of our group alrady on board! We are dumb.