Josh was joined by George Lakoff for part of the evening. Once George got going it looked like they could have stayed on stage talking about politics for the next several hours, but the staff asked them to wrap up when it was getting close to two hours. I then heard someone call my name, and found that Zed had attended as well, so we walked to BART together.
Deciding I was tired of always waiting forever for the 1 California at Embarcadero, I hopped off at Civic Center instead and had a lovely twilight walk through the Tenderloin, an exercise recommended only for the experienced urban dweller. Why I seem to only get hit on by scuzzy vagrants (especially as my cleavage was well-covered by my windbreaker by this time), I'll not venture to guess. At least I grabbed a decent meal at Golden Era, though I'll probably regret stuffing myself with chow mein and faux-drumsticks when I'm lining up for tomorrow's 5K race.