We did not go in, instead we go to Hayes Valley to a club there that had a band with a good beat and handsome sexophone players. Two of them wearing pork pie hats. After the police came in and told the band they had to stop playing, I finished my pear cider and we walked around Hayes Valley, which is becoming Bohoville. Lots of clothing designers, antiques and galleries. The designers are displaying work in their windows. Who knew there was so much couture here? We pass by a transvestite bar with a huge picture window looking at the stage. First it is this horrible Steve and Eddie style team that were good for a muffled laugh. Then a she-male came on stage doing a dance ending with a complete strip. Showing that the operation had been successful. Three people came by having a loud slurred argument all over the sidewalk. A group of 12 at dinner has dwindled to 4 by this time, it is late, the neighborhood is marginally safe and I will be driving a long rout across the bridge in fog.