Literally, the only picture I got of Brian, because he wouldn't let me take one.
Me & Jordy.
Me, Chelo, Jordy by Ghiradelli Square.
At the pier.It is snowy and miserable here. We were looking for a place to go that isn't quite as cold. Friday night, Jordan convinced us to book a hotel for San Francisco...for the next day. So we went home and packed and the next morning me, Jordan, Chelo and Brian flew to San Fran. Interesting things happened during our trip- first, we witnessed a robbery (it happened right in front of us), second, Jordan and Brian had a really weird experience at our hotel (ask them about it some time, it is a funny but freaky story involving a story someone wrote on a bathroom stall), lots of other stuff too, including the weirdest child I have ever come in contact with. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it! It was fun though, we went to the piers and ate some truly disgusting Mexican food. I guess that is what you get when you pass up fresh clam chowder for Mexican food in San Fran. I think I've had my fill of that city for a while, after all, I was there less than 9 months ago. It was nice though, about 60 degrees which was a huge improvement over the freezing cold back here at home. Tyler wanted to go to the Utah basketball game so he stayed home. He missed some good times!
