Last night I got drunk. Big drunk. Now I gotta hit Metro North and get home. Might go see the gates today. Might pass out from dehydration. The prospect of my 0-dark-30 flight to DC in the morning makes me wish I had a normal job. Last year I took somewhere in the neighborhood of 120 flights, this year I'd like to reduce that if possible, but since I've been on 2 planes a week since new years it isn't looking good. The good news is that next week I'm going to San Fran Tuesday through Friday, stop in Arizona on the way home for the weekend. The desert rules.
Any hotel suggestions in San Fran? Some place cool. Modern. Maybe boutique. Maybe expensive, shit, I ain't payin' for it.
In San Fran I will get drunk with attorneys. Not quite eating mangos in Trinidad with attorneys, but acceptable nonetheless.
Any hotel suggestions in San Fran? Some place cool. Modern. Maybe boutique. Maybe expensive, shit, I ain't payin' for it.
In San Fran I will get drunk with attorneys. Not quite eating mangos in Trinidad with attorneys, but acceptable nonetheless.
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sicily:
that's an awesome fantasy! i say you figure out how to go about it. have you listened to the band, 'numbers'? they're amazing!
fridgemagnet:
the W in SF is quite nice.