tom and matt are extreme early risers-- i on the other hand, am a night owl. wondering how the next couple of days were going to pan out, i rose that morning with ease. the few beers we had the night prior helped me sleep better than ever, and feeling well rested i was ready for the day to begin. tom and matt picked me up at my little 'villa suite' and we were off for bloodies and breakfast. what i didnt realize was, tom was hungover, and in rough, rough shape. in fact, matt and i still to this day thought he was quite possibly dying because he turned down his bloody mary--- never ever, have we heard or seen him do this. clearly he was poisoned. 
while tom insisted on a nap immediately following breakfast, matt and i explored berkely a bit. two cups of coffee later, he called to delcare he was ready for the biking adventure to begin. matt drove from berkely to san fran, while tom took his second nap for the day. the arrival of the infamous pier 39 was just as expected. -- a complete and utter tourist haven. we zoomed through the trap, snapped a picture or fifteen of the smelly seals, and made our way to the bike rental to sign our lives away. our trip was to consist of biking across the san francisco bridge all the way down to salsilito. now, normally this excursion takes the average biker just a few hours. however, for the three of us, a few cameras, a hung over biker with the smallest bladder known to man, we were able to make it last the entire afternoon. of course, once we reached our destination, there may have been a detour to the local bar, only to fufill our thirst of the accomplished bike ride with an afternoon martini and photo shoot.
by the time it was sunset, we realized it was the ferry's last trip back to san fran and there was no way in hell that we would be able to bike back to san fran- specially since we thought everything was downhill to salisilito-WRONG. so, we put our bike bells to good use to find the ferry. we made it just in time to return our awesome bike helmets, and bikes just before their closing time.
headed back to berkley, we ended the night with some pizza, a few pitchers of beers and lots of laughs. it seemed to be the theme that wherever we went---the crazies followed us--- little did we know what tommorow was to bring us... xoxo, simon
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