San Francisco is expensive. You heard it here first.

$25 for con registration (admittedly about average as these things go). $9 for say six hours in a parking garage. $15 to park at the Hilton for an hour and ten minutes while I ate dinner with people. A $7 cheese-and-ham sandwich. The Radisson was trying to sell Cokes for $3.00 a pop while the con staff were selling them for $0.50 (thank you, JTAF, for that).

Oh, yeah, and I took three rolls of pictures. My new meter really saved the day; all the concrete there is either gleamingly white (and so will cause the camera to underexpose people) or a very deep grey (which will cause the camera to overexpose people), but my incident meter doesn’t care. I slowly got more used to the idea of taking the pictures and was more comfortable with it by the end of the day.

I used B&W film. Suffer.

Today’s pet peeve: people who say “Um” a lot in a nasal voice.

I think the day was summed up best by having to leap to the 280 to avoid a gigantic glass spill on the 101 and then coming home to discover a man urinating on my fence. Something about watching a man zip his trousers up in my headlights while I sit there waiting for the automated-fence-mover-thingy to do its thing, with a clearly visible big wet spot on the fence, with two cop cars about ten feet down the road, just summed up the day.