Fleet Week
With some amount of aplomb and shoe-horning I've managed to escape Fleet Week in SF, or at least glean some fun while avoiding the crowds. Fleet Week is a throwback to the those halcyon days of yore when San Francisco was the location of a large military base - a movable version of the 'majesty of the state' that the designers of the Presidio had in mind. Now it's just an excuse for the Navy to bust out the Blue Angels; sort of an extended live recruiting video.
It was rather fun to was fun to watch fighters flying over the bay at 200ft altitude, though resisting the urge to harrass seamen (yes, seamen, stop laughing you puerile gits) in bell bottoms was rather difficult. I mean honestly, it's the 21st century, why can't they get a grip and change those damned pants? You know someone's making a killing there. At any rate the weather was lovely and so I got to enjoy walkinga around in the sun, despite my thirst and fatigue.