Brewers vs. Giants in San Francisco

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I walked back over to the Buena Vista to have another Irish Coffee (like I needed more alcohol at this point, but I just couldn't resist) and to board the cable car. There are probably more cable cars in the city, but this is the only one that I knew how to get to. I liked how old school it was, and even in the 21st Century they still kept the old method of turning the cable car around manually in place. There's something nostalgic and timeless about it that made me appreciate the ride a little more, kind of like I was transported back into the past for a little bit. Or maybe I was just so drunk that I thought I was back in time and thought it was the coolest thing ever. At this point, who knows what I'm think anymore...