Last week, I had a cool opportunity through my employer, Adobe, to go to San Francisco for a day to attend a Giants baseball game.
It was a quick stay. I was in SF for a whopping 25 hours--that counts airport time.
I arrived around 11am and went right from there to the Westin where my coworkers and I stayed. I had about two hours to kill before the game so three associates and I hit the pavement to find some lunch and check out the neighborhood.
I had to get a pic of this guy's jacket.
"Lady Gaga, Forever a Lady." Truer words have never been puff painted onto the back of a bleached denim jacket.
After a bite of lunch at a retro diner, we head to the AT&T Park. I've seen several games from this park on TV, but being there in person is a whole other experience. It's absolutely beautiful. The best MLB experience I've ever had on the west coast.
Travel is oddly exhausting, especially when it involves air travel and (even minimal) time changes. Your body knows it's left its norm. For a short trip, I was already beat by the time the game was over. At that point I head back to catch my breath for a bit. Earlier that evening, my associates and I head out for some chow and found a decent little Indian place off 3rd Street a couple blocks from our hotel. After that, I split off from my friends to head over to Union Square to see what that was all about.
I'm not sure if was looking for, or at, the right stuff, but was not too excited by the Square's offerings. Some chain stores, some restaurants, some hole-in-the wall shops, and the square itself.
I love San Francisco. It's been a few years since I've been there I would have loved to had the time to really stretch out and explore some more, but I had a family reunion to return home to. This time was a bit of a whirlwind, but a fun opportunity to be taken out to the ballgame.