We dropped off the rental car, checked into the Hyatt Regency, and then headed across the street to the Ferry Building to pick up our Amtrak tickets for tomorrow morning.

Naturally, since we had eaten our final huge breakfast at Joe’s a mere few hours earlier, it was time to eat again.  Sandwiches.  Huge sandwiches.

I quickly wrote about the Ferry Market Plaza a couple of years ago.  It’s still one of the great places in the city to shop.  And the food – while pricey – is top quality good stuff.

So lunch morphed into Phoebe, Nancy, Emily and Eileen meeting us at the hotel and then heading down to Pier 39.  It’s fun to play tourist in your home town once in a while.

That led to cocktails in the lobby bar en route to Harrington’s for the Last Supper.

Harrington’s – just two blocks form the Hyatt – is where Phoebe and Eileen, and I would meet for Friday lunches lo these many years ago.  Huge half-pound Burgers on French Rolls…  The Best.  Mike and Debbie, Bill and Katie, Michael, Megan, and Sean met us there.

The final meal.  All I can think of is going to bed.  Not even 7pm and I am ready to pull the blankets over my head and wake up on Friday in Pennsylvania.  I am beat.

This has been so much fun, but this old man is ready to sit down and relax for a few days.

I can’t wait.