I'm about an hour away from meeting my cousins, Conroy and Mike for the first time in two years, (closer to four for Mike). SF has been much cooler temperature-wise than So Cal. It's always temperate here which agrees with me but may be a little too cold for Amber, who despite being born in Michigan, is completely unable to generate her own body heat.
Saw Alcatraz and most of SF, including the too awesome for words "Tonga Room" in the basement of the Fairmont Hotel. It is a Polynesian themed bar, with thatch umbrellas over the tables, tropical drinks -- and oh yes -- an indoor pool that gets filled by the "thunderstorm" that strikes every fifteen minutes. What, you say?
Yes, they have set up an indoor rain, accompanied by cheesy thunder and flashing lights for lightning. Too awful for words, the place is spectactular. Pictures later.
Speaking of, Coachella pix are up, with no captions or titles. I have to run.