Burning calves
I went to San Francisco. I ate as much dim sum as I could fit in my stomach. I walked up steep hills and burned every muscle in my legs. I bought a dress for $9. I ate pizza in my hotel bed. I bought a cute apron and splattered expensive cioppino all over my face and in my hair. I power walked it to SFO with just enough time to make it onto my flight back home. It was cold and cloudy but still it was all so very nice. After coming back, I don't understand guys even more and I am done trying to figure them out. Upon this realization I promptly deleted two numbers from my telephone book.
