Me and Mark are sipping on Raymond Hill, a cheap bottle of red wine, Jon felt sleepy and went to bed to get his 9 hours of sleep. We are both reminiscing and looking forward. San Francisco has been strange. We played open mics, which are inherently strange. But we traveled most of the city and became somewhat familiar with the layout, which is nice. We stayed at Mike Baldwin's house one night, a friend from Branford, CT- super friendly human being. He had a dog named Louie who needed attention or else he would leap on you and demand it. I think I am going to start to do that. We are now at a friend's mom's house who works the night shift-she has beautiful China. We will leave for Santa Clara tomorrow. Best.
Pat
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Friends don't let friends sleep when there's cheap wine to drink and marble dishes to be marveled at.
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