Kat called bright and early this morning for our breakfast plans. We were still sleeping, and my brain was still a bit muddled from the booze of last night. We got things worked out, and they came to our hotel to pick us up. We wanted to go to a little breakfast place called Mama's, but the lineup was just silly. We ended up going to the little place on the wharf we'd tried a few days ago. The food was good, and we picked up the conversations where we left them last night. Those two are really fun to talk to, as they're rather anti-Bush and quite liberal in their views. The suicide camel story was the best one so far…
We drank too much coffee, at the breakfast place and then at Buena Vista cafe, the birthplace of the Irish Coffee. Dear lord, I'm wired right now. Today is our day to do sweet fuck all, so that's good. The weather is fairly bleh, and we're both tired, so we're staying in the hotel and doing nothing. Besides, most places will be closed today, so we're going to catch up on our R&R and watch a movie or something.