Afterwards, she went back to the office, and I walked up to Geary and caught a bus (immediately—good timing) upto Japantown. I browsed around Kinokuniya Bookstore for a bit, and almost bought a couple of books on sumo and kendo, but resisted the urge. The model shop was closed for some reason. I browsed around one of them music stores, resisted buying a Cowboy Bebop soundtrack or any J-hip-hop (I'm really curious), and admired the Ultraman figure collection in a gift shop window. I also looked around Japan Video for a bit, but that place has gotten really depressing. It used to be stocked almost entirely with imported tapes, including a large anime collection, many of which were of series obscure in the states. Now they still have a large anime collection, but it's almost all been replaced with English-translated DVDs. So I can't find stuff that hasn't been translated yet or stuff that probably won't get translated there anymore. Argh. I got a passionfruit shave ice from the taiyaki stand and left.
Before I left home, my dad suggested I check out the Asian Art Museum in its new digs (the old main SF public library building, remodeled). It's been a while since they reopened, but I never got around to going. I walked down to Civic Center from Japantown (partly for the exercise, and partly because the only bus route I know is the 83 that runs up Geary and down O'Farrell—not much help here). The museum is very impressive. I started at the top floor and tried to just go through it in order, but I hadn't even made it through a quarter of that floor's collection before a security guard tapped me on the shoulder and told me they were closing in five minutes. Dammit. Well, it was already late in the day when I went in, but still. I didn't get to see any Japanese stuff, but I saw a lot of interesting Indian artifacts.
After that, I headed back to Metreon, and the Portal One arcade/bar. I played some TMNT and Bubble Bobble in their "retro games" room, then bellied up to the bar for a whiskey sour and shot the shit with a bartender about the how business picked up since they got in new games (when Metreon first opened, the arcade was called "The Airtight Garage", and had a Jean "Moebius" Giraud theme. All of the games were original—but only one, Hyperbowl, was a hit.) and how one of the announcements on the screens had a typo ("Welocome Dublin High School!"). A little buzzed, I played some King of Fighters until a group of Korean guys took turns switching off until they'd beat me so they could challenge each other on that machine.
I left Metreon and walked down to Stacey's Books, where I browsed a bit, and then headed home. My train arrived right as I reached the platform—the gods of public transit were smiling on me today, I guess.
My legs hurt.