Yeah, I know. You know how it is, it's so easy to have a ton a' fun we forget to do the stuff we gotta do.

[And that's not really a problem as far as he sees it. There's time for both, they'll make sure of it. One more night here in San Francisco sounds fine to him.

At least now he's pretty sure he has a vague sense of where to go. The hotel was on the way toward the edge of town, and there aren't so many busy streets or possible options in that direction, and he's pretty sure they didn't take too many turns. It takes a few minutes and one or two backtracks when he's pretty sure he went the wrong way, but soon enough the hotel lot is ahead. He pulls in, slides off the bike and onto his feet, and holds the door for her.]

Did it. Found the fuckin' thing. Think the mushrooms are wearin' off, though.

[What a shame.]