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"Are you into leather??"

How's that for an appropriate intro to SF? That's what Tom and the Little Bro got yesterday from some unassuming Abercrombie-looking dude while grabbing a bite at California classic, In-N-Out Burger.

The boys are snoozing, so here's a quickie bit from me before we head out again for the day. No wonder they're exhausted; yesterday we spent walking all over creation, and since we have mad karaoke plans tonight, I figure they'd better catch a few winks now, because once the Debbie Gibson comes on, it's all over, man.

So Jersey Boys was excellent. Didn't honestly expect to like it much, it being, well, a colossal commercial juggernaut and all, but I found it much more coherent and less maddening than the train wreck that was Mamma Mia. It's really not my favorite music genre, that whole annoying nasally 60s bit, but the harmonies were really tight and the four title performers flawless. These guys could move. I think the most pleasant surprise was the choreography: deceptively simple, but classic and catchy. I've spent the last day and half walking around snapping on every other beat and belting out "Can't Take My Eyes Off You." In other words: "I LOVE YOU BA-A-BY, I LOVE YOU BA-A-BY." Pretty hot.

We walked all over aforementioned creation yesterday, through Union St. and Cow Hollow and the Marina onto the Wharf and whatnot. So now that the boys have seen where all the Rich White Pretty People With Laptops live, it's time to move on and see parts of the City with a little more spirit. I will say, the architecture down there is so classically Mediterranean, I love it; we've got some good pics circa the Palace of Fine Arts that I'll throw up when I have a sec.

So tonight it's Barry. He needs to have a miraculous night (3 homers) if we're going to catch anything of interest, but Lincecum's pitching and it should be a fine sunny day, so add some garlic fries and that should be just right.

Ciao for now.


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