The San Francisco Bay Area weekend summary:
- Night prior: 3.5 hours of sleep
- Early morning: PDX, A+ for Horizon Airlines. Seriously. SO easy.
- Mid morning: Long looping drive from OAK into SF. Over Golden Gate. Enjoyed.
- Late morning: San Rafael check in. Nap.
- Mid afternoon: Wedding party. Sweating. Drinking. Meeting lots of people recognized from facebook. Laughter.
- Late afternoon: Talking to cute woman in hot dress. Best chance for connection?
- Minutes later: Odd sense of humor not understood and/or appreciated. Fuck it.
- Evening: Hotel. Alone. Movie. Room Service.
- Mid morning: awake late. Stare at football game. Decide to not visit friends in the city. Too far, no time.
- Noon: Check out. Gigantic turkey sandwich consumed.
- Afternoon: Back to friend's home/party location. Sit by lovely pool for hours. Enjoy view of golden hills. Blood orange soda mixed with pinot noir? Not my idea, but surprisingly not shitty. Relaxing: si.
- Mid afternoon: to OAK.
- Late afternoon: Zero TSA line. A- for Horizon Airlines.
- Flight: Old lady, why in the fucking hell did you decide that it was a good idea to bring really fragrant Chinese food on the airplane? I mean come ON. Eat your goddamned potsticker before sitting next to me on this tiny regional jet. I like Chinese, but this is too much. You're 11 inches away from me. Mind your chopsticks.
- Night: Home. Quiet. Deeply unsatisfied. Also, a fish in the tank has died.
Nonspecific longing anticipated for the week ahead. Not for the fish. Although probably that, too.
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