Since it was Mother's day, we spent a bit of time at Al's sister's house. Her place was gorgeous, the inground pool was complete with fiery torches and dolphin water fountains and mosaic.
We then went on the grand tour of San Fran. We saw all the major stuff. We drove down Lombard street, the famously steep street in SF with an impressive number of hairpin turns. After safely navigating that stretch, we watched what appeared to be a Chinese drug deal, followed by a woman pumping gas with rubber kitchen gloves. Talk about germophobia. We walked the pier and Wharf, saw the sea lions, bushman, and cruised the coast for a bit. We crossed the Golden Gate bridge for one photo opportunity, then visited China Beach for a second shot. By this time we were getting hungry, so we stopped off for a bite at the Fairmont Hotel, but not before talking with an old rich woman who, based on her lack of social skills and attire, hadn't been outdoors or talked to a non-servant-type-person since roughly 1930.