I woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling in my head, and realized I was getting sick. It wasn’t horrible, but it was enough to make me wish I’d brought decongestants. (At least it had the decency to wait til our last day, too.)

We got up around 9, did most of our packing-up, and hopped on the BART back to the Mission. We got off at the same stop we’d already been at a few times, and headed over to the Pork Store on Valencia. I’d eaten at their Haight outpost a few times, and really wanted him to try it too.

We got a table on the sidewalk and ordered mimosas and brunch. It was a hell of a brunch:

It was gorgeous outside, too, which made the fact that we were leaving that afternoon a lot more painful.

After lunch, we rode back to Powell Street and headed up the hill toward our hotel. We still had a couple hours until we had to be back to the hotel, so we stopped into the recently-opened Uniqlo and did some shopping. We then swung by Walgreens for some Sudafed (which you can buy over the counter in California… apparently they don’t have a meth problem there?), the went to the hotel to finish packing and check out.

We left our bags with the doorman for a little while, and walked down to Chinatown.

We stopped into one store to pick up the panda vest that Colleen had picked out for Very, and then a couple others for last-minute souvenirs. I got an orange waving cat for my desk at work, because sometimes I need all the luck I can get.

Then it was time to head back to the hotel and get our bags. We rolled them down the giant hill to the BART station and rode to the airport. The airport was fairly quiet, and we were early enough that we had time to get lunch while waiting.

On the flight, I sat next to a really interesting (and very talkative lady) who lived on Lake of the Isles and talked about her travels all over the world, proving that it’s pretty hard to be rich. Not that we can really complain.