Wednesday, my alarm went off at 4:00 am. I was awake and showered before my newspaper was even delivered. I made it to the mythical Terminal A of National Airport, got patted down by the TSA (and, uh, kind of enjoyed it), and wound my way to San Francisco.
Wheels down in San Francisco 11:30ish their time, hit the hotel at 12:30, check into my complimentary suite (free suite, bitches!), frantic changing of clothes/ironing a blouse while I was wearing it/patting down my hair with body lotion, lunch meeting at 1:00, site visit until 5:15, dinner reservations 5:45 (Slanted Door! Yum! Until I fell asleep face first into my glass noodles).
I realized I was too tired to party like a rock star in my rock star suite, so I settled for catching up on some work and doing a lap of my parlor, singing We Are the Champions. (Incidentally, that's how I react to all the good things in life.)
Thursday, up, showered, 8:30 flight, back in DC 7:00, home by 7:30, completely conked out by 9:30.
My circadian rhythms have a techno beat, I've spent the last few days in airports among people wearing surgical masks, I've sent nearly a dozen bizarre text message distress signals, and, moreover...the next jackass who reclines his seat until his head is in my lap is at least going to have to buy me dinner first.
My brain is fried. More next week.
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You went to SF? Holy Travel Plans Batman! Sounds like the new gig is paying off in some interesting ways.
One of the great tragedies of my life has been not visiting that city.
Foggy - Most of what I saw of San Francisco was out the window of a car. I was there maybe 16 hours, 90% of which was meetings and sleep.
Yes, I am now so high-powered I conduct lightning strikes on the West Coast.
BLITZKRIEGEN!!!!!!
also - this is possibly the first post of yours I've ever read where there's no photo. WTF.
Snay - I couldn't find a picture of a brain straddling the Golden Gate Bridge.
Welcome back, that is tough trip loosing hours and gaining hours and blah blah to recover from.
Its one of my favorite cities.
Written like a coke addled 6 year old off her ritalin. Well played, Madame. Well played.
Zip - I can't wait to go back and actually spend more than 16 hours there!
bh - Wait 'til I post the letter I wrote to my mom somewhere between Minneapolis and San Fran.
Excessive amounts of speed will do that to Circadian rhythms... and techno beats... and Le club... of work.
When you do go back, I have a whole list of things you must go see including the place that makes the glass dildos, they are actually very pretty haha.
Foxy - I'm rocking out to my circadian rhythms...it's like a mosh pit inside my brain.
Zip - I'm going for a work conference, cannot WAIT to float that idea. "Hey, colleagues, wanna go see some really pretty dildos?"
Welcome back! Did you at least eat some authentic sourdough bread? Worth the trip right there!
Lacochran - No, but I was insulted by a mentally ill homeless person, and saw lots of hippies, so I think I got the flavor of the place.
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