Up, up, and away

Hello again from 38,000 feet. :-) This time I'm somewhere over Indiana (I think) and heading east. It was fun being on the other coast for a while, and I would have liked more time to fully explore San FUNcisco -- hee hee -- but I am very content to be heading home.

My body never adjusted to west coast time. I was awake at 4am every bleeping morning. The wee hours were spent handling a lot of business with my office, chatting with friends, checking in with the family, getting spiffy, and then heading down for breakfast at 8am. By the end of the morning's first conference session I was ready for a nap. Always. Made it through the afternoon with my eyes somehow open, changed clothes around 5pm and then headed out for sight seeing, dinner, and fun. In bed by 11pm WEST coast time, and awake again at 4am where the cycle started all over again.

Did I mention I am tired?

Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity for another first class upgrade going home. The wider seats are a boon for my arthritic hips, the extra leg room is joyous, and the beverages are stellar. (She says while sipping on a Mango Peach Fuze and vodka.)

Some general, Fuze-n-vodka thoughts from San Francisco 

I scored big time when, at a shop in Chinatown they pulled back the magic curtain and I was granted access to the mother lode of faux purses. I swear I heard angels singing. While it was super fun to browse through the purses, I left them all there. Turns out the owner dude was not willing to haggle much, so the white and pink leather coachette stayed there. As did the red prada-ette. They might haunt my dreams.

If for no other reason, I am going back to SF to eat at the Stinking Rose restaurant. Their entire menu is based around garlic. Garlic, ya'll! They are probably still cleaning my nose prints off their windows. It smelled utterly divine and I came thisclose to sidling up to the bar and ordering one of all the appetizers. (Is sidling even a word? If not I just made it up. Webster's, take note!) Anyway, I decided the conference peeps would appreciate me staying away from that much garlic. Next time...

A colleague and I walked from Union Square up through Chinatown, turned left through Little Italy, and then all the way down to Fisherman's Warf, up to Ghiardelli Square, and over to Pier 39 in one night. ONE night. With hills. It was a killer walk.

Did I mention the hills? HILLS, peeps.

No wonder I am tired.

Holdthephone. What am I doing? Why am I blogging while drinking? Better yet, why am I blogging when the guy next to me is kinda cute and willing to chat? Silly me.

Toodles!