Fun with locals

The guys in the car passing gamgee and me on Fisherman's Wharf, noting the presence of my bag of postcards:

"You bought tourist stuff. Man, that's bad!!"

Mock me. I deserve it.

I am in the DNA Lounge in San Francisco...

and I am updating my LJ on a club kiosk.

I have no excuse, folks. I'm not that bad a dancer.