We had an early morning flight from Vegas to San Fran, so we skipped breakfast, returned our car and hurried to check in. Soon we found that our flight was cancelled and that we were going out two hours later. After checking our bags in, we went back for our last buffet breakfast (again) then returned to the airport. As we sat there, the flight was pushed further and further. We boarded four hours late – thank you American West.
The whole time the excuse was strong winds, which everybody had since dismissed due to there only being a dozen people turning up for the early flight. To set the record straight however, as the plane touched the tarmac a strong applause filled the cabin.
Even in the rain, San Francisco is a great looking city, but the real estate prices sadly reflect that. Aside from Oahu, if money was no option this is a very enticing place to call your home. Every third cabbie reminds you Robin Williams “lives over that hill there”. In SF, everything is over a hill, and cab-rides are just as exciting as rollercoasters.
We caught a cab to the Great American Music Hall, and with some time up our sleeves decided to explore the area before they opened for the night. After two minutes we turned back, convinced we’d be happier waiting in line. The area surrounding the GAMH is sleazy and frankly dangerous if you can’t look after yourself. We got hassled twice in quick succession, and the both of us aren’t exactly easy targets. If there’d been women with us I would have hailed the first taxi out of there and forgot about the whole thing. So after waiting an hour outside they opened the doors and we proceeded into the nice old theatre. The interior of the Hall is a stark contrast of the neighbourhood; clean, intimate, and so overly ornate that you can spend a whole hour looking around at different places and still not see everything inside. Since we’d paid for dinner tickets (which also give us seating) we ate an okay meal, had a few drinks and waited for the first act.
A lot of bands don’t sound anything like the albums they put out, but to Aberdeen City’s credit they manage to do a great job live. The crowd didn’t really warm to them until about half way through the set, which is all a support band can really ask for. They made note of their drummer, who was playing whilst ailed with two broken fingers and a case of food poisoning, which is to say he wouldn’t have been in the best shape 
Still, it was a great performance, and what I’d paid my money to see.
Next up was Rasputina, who i’d heard nothing of aside from their biography. Three songs later (and a quick cover of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s greatest hit) and we decided Rasputina wasn’t much for us, so we departed early, grabbed a cab and made our way back to the normal end of town.
