i head to the SF MOMA, Metreon, and the Embarcadero to find my keys. no luck.
i call my landlord to get a set o’ copies.
it’s the Wyatt’s last day here in SF, so i venture to Haight st. for dinner with him, Ben, Aaron, Thomas McCue and his girlfriend, Jenny. tapas at Cha Cha Cha would’ve been at least and hour, so we head down to another taqueria for Mexican food.
we head back to Thomas’s place for a time-out.