A stop in San Francisco for my second attempt at the Tre Bicchieri tasting. Oliver came with and we made a day of wandering around The City. This sign is so perfectly San Francisco. I love the town, but sometimes it's so Fascistly Liberal it's fundamentalist. I mean what are we to glean from this hand painted sign? Crime isn't really crime if it's committed by "youth of color and immigrants"? So what's the rub here? Only call the cops on the white guys? I think these people should just go have a bake sale for Al Queda.
What's up with Oliver? Is he drinking out of a toilet? Well, yes and no. We stopped off at the Exploratorium before the tasting and checked out all the cool science stuff they had there. This was a toilet they turned into a water fountain in order to show the immediate visceral reactions our brains have to objects. But not Oliver, he drinks out of the toilet all the time.
And then there was this amazing device that transformed Oliver into a white chick in a bikini. Boy, was his fiance pissed...
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