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Oh man oh man, my "business" trip to San Francisco was just great. It was full of fuck-ups, as my recent many things tend to be, but was still too damn good. We had ourselves a missed connecting flight, verbal abuse from a Continental Airlines representative, 20 hours in transit, a random club flight, a glass bottle in a friend-of-a-friend's forehead, a sleepless night, great weather, great rain, great conference, great people, the crazy ocean that wouldn't stand still, Blue Moon under the Moon, the cutest hotel room ever, a mind-blowing morning at the coast, with the elephant seals, the red-wood trees, a 7 mile hike, a quarrel, a canceled flight, a switch to a much better flight, a scare from the pilot who did not expect this really bad turbulence, getting home early in the end. I love my job. I love the people I get to meet. I'll hate it when I have to leave.
Some of all this is in the pictures.
2010. February. The West Coast. California.
2010. February. San Francisco and Alcatraz
Some of all this is in the pictures.
2010. February. The West Coast. California.
2010. February. San Francisco and Alcatraz