Day two, and we are tourists.

Our day started with us heading out to find something to eat in the Mission. Shaun directed us to head down Mission towards 16th or so. My guidebook says that at night, you can anticipate some scattered gang activity in the area. Scattered gang activity? I don't think I've ever heard shootings and muggings described with the same descriptive term as rain-showers, but hey, I don't write guidebooks for a living.

The road splits, and we abanon our directions. At every corner, we gauge whether "anything is up that way". Eventually, at one corner, I just turn around and point at a patio. "There's a restaurant". Its a cute place, and the first thing that strikes me is that there is a pile of chocolate staring you down - all kinds of home made chocolate treats. And the baked goods smell heavenly. Behind all that is a buffet of salads, a buffet of hot dishes, and a buffet of olives. Gourmet food by the pound. Sign me up. We lunch over the guidebook while listening to every seventies tune you associate with being gay. Pride flags flap proudly. SuperGay.

Despite the restaurant's host/manager's verdict that there is nothing to see at Fishermen's Wharf, we decide to go there anyway. I want to see the Bay, and the bridge, and to get a glimpse of Alcatraz.

We wander the streets for a while, looking for a cab. We know the trip will be pricey, but we have no idea how to get there via transit. Until I spot a streetcar with "Fishermen's Wharf" as it's destination. Ok. A buck and a quarter later, we're riding on a wooden streetcar.

Fishermen's Wharf is a touristy area, but the view is unbeatable. We wander around, and I curse my full belly as I smell the delicious food in the zillions of restaurants along the way. How can I pass up the opportunity to eat chowder out of a sourdough bread bowl? Argh! We look around in Ghirardalli's, and it's not much different than the one at Disneyworld. I guess I expected a factory tour or something - there may have been one, but at this point we're all getting tired.

We toyed with the idea of riding the cable car back to Shaun's place, until we saw the lineup looping around the park. People are nuts. It just goes to show you, that people will line up for an "authentic" experience.

We shower, nap, and scarf down leftover sandwiches and salad from yesterday, and book it to the theatre. They guys want to be there for seven, I just play along.

The audience is bigger than the 30 we had the night before, so any fear of small houses has been quashed. Between the mention in the Guardian, and True Fiction's fanbase, we're covered. Dave sets up the show, we take the theme of "Dating" as our suggestion, and go to work.

The show is full of lonely people looking for dates online and at video dating services, and a restaurant for single diners. One storyline had a couple breaking up, and trying to decide what to do with their love slave (Kerry, chained to the wall). It's tough to sell a love slave, and he is finally set free to seek out other freed love slaves in the Love Slave Underground Railroad. Really fun show, things tied together in a very cool, and organic way.

Afterwards, a bunch of us headed over to a divey bar nearby where we got to know the True Fiction gang a little better over some drinks. Great people, fantastic improvisors, and just plain fun to hang out with.

At midnight, I think it's already past 2AM, and am ready to pack it in. I am branded a pussy. It's hard to take. I'm not usually the pussy, but dammit, I'm tired.

Such a pussy.