No more posts after this one. Tomorrow, Day 6, I will techinically still be in San Francisco, but just getting the loft in order and headed to the airport. Nothing really to express after today, I should think.

Well today was more of a leisurely day (in the sense that I didn't wake up at 6 or 7am, and didn't have a full day). I woke up around 9am and relaxed around the loft until 11am. At that time I went back to Union Street (Day 3) to return some stuff to my favorite store, Lululemon. While I love the clothing, I had spent too much, and didn't want to be debt when I went back home ;) After that, I caught a bus and went back down near Ghiradelli Square to "Blazing Saddles" - a bike rental company. A nice Irish woman (she had an Irish accent, but it wasn't so thick I would think she had been in the States for awhile). I picked up a bike, a map and a helmet and was on my way to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. I took a short detour to the Palace of Fine Arts. The street I took actually came up behind the palace - which provided for some pretty awesome shots:

There was a park on this side, as well and there were groups of kids (probably pre-school or kindergarten classes) eating lunch on the lawn (juiceboxes and all). I headed back to the main bike trail along the waterfront and took pictures gradually as I got closer and closer to the Gate. This one has me in it, as I was able to put my camera on a trash can for the self-timer:

I continued along the trail and took this shot just before the uphill climb.

Now the next part I wasn't able to bike. I had to get off the bike and walk it up the incline (way too steep for my taste - and I did try, but it just wasn't going to happen). Several other bikers were walking their bikes up, too, so I didn't feel so foolish. Once at the top, I continued on until I was just below the first tower, and took this lovely hand-held shot:

It wasn't as chilly as I thought it would have been up there. Maybe that's because it was a warmer, less-foggy day. Or, maybe it was because I was working my body too hard to be cold. Man, this biking thing was tough - I need ENDURANCE! I found a ledge in one of the posts on the bridge just after the second tower, so I self-timed this shot with traffic. You can see that it is a little windy, as my hair was flying around everywhere:

On the other end of the bridge, I could see the down-hill climb, and part of the town of Sausalito (the town where the first ferry could pick me up).

Once I got into Sausalito, I biked around a short while just exploring the town. It's really pretty. I would even contemplate staying here instead of San Francisco because of the down-to-earth, old-town feel. However, it would be more of a hassle to get all of the sights of San Francisco in, having to bike or ferry over everyday. I found a cute shop and got a hot dog (I'd been craving one) and fries. They were really good. This wasn't a chain store, and they had a cute ice cream shop (flavors like Strawberry Margherita and Blueberry Cheesecake - all had chunks and looked pretty much home-made). I would have stopped back in, but it was nearing 3pm and I wanted to be able to eat and catch the next ferry in good time.

I sat down near the ferry and ate in this little park area:

And also took a last-minute picture of some of the town above me:

I could have carried on another 35 minute ride to a park where they were supposed to have Redwoods (something I didn't get to really see too much of - I think there were some on Joel's route to the beach on Saturday), but I will save those for next time when I come back this way for Yosemite or Wine Country. I would have then had a 35 minute ride back to Sausalito or a 45 minute ride to Tiburon for a different Ferry. I was too tired at that point, and didn't want to get back into town extremely late, so I opted out. After the ferry ride (which was longer than what I think it should have been - they took a really far out excursion in the water instead of going from point A to point B), returning my bike, and busing it back to the loft, it was already nearing 6. I've updated my blog, and now it's time for packing and then I head home tomorrow. :( I'm anxious to see my family and the dogs, but sad that vacation is over.

Until next time...

So after climbing up Lombard street - I made a right to head to the Waterfront. Luckily, it was downhill (that still seemed to kill though). At the waterfront I came across Ghiaradelli Square. It's a shame I don't like chocolate as there were three individual stores (one a chocolatier, another a candy and another an ice cream shop) catering to those who do. I tooks some pictures and went into Kara's cupcakes and bought four different kinds to try (my favorite is the Meyer Lemon, though it is reallly, really sweet!).


As I was walking, I saw an In-N-Out Burger (from what I know, this chain seems to be confined soley to California). I had to stop in and try it out. I got a hamburger and fries. The fries were good as any fry is. The hamburger was good, too. Not necessarily something to write home about (thoug I guess I'm doing that right now?), but good. The bun was grilled a bit so that the bites around the edges were a little crunchy, which I liked. I finished, and then continued down the waterfront and several piers until I reached Fisherman's Wharf. I'm not sure it's all it's cracked up to be. It is a main tourist spot (I'd be hard-pressed to find a local that was there and not for work). I took some pictures but didn't really explore any of the shops. Then, at the end of the wharf, I watched the Sea Lions in their afternoon rituals. I could hear them as soon as I turned down the long pier. They reminded me of my puppies at home (oh, how do I miss them). If you see the two on the bottom left dock, the one on the right is scratching with one of his back legs and the one on the left is rolling around on his back.


After gazing at the Sea Lions for awhile, I headed back down the street to where I had been to Ghiradelli Square. From here, I waited in a short line to catch a Cable Car. This is of the picture going up the hill:


I got off the Cable Car in time to go to ChinaTown. I had seen a lot of the stores from my many bus trips, so I didn't do as much exploring as everyone might. I'm not big into Chinese Food, so I wasn't anxious to try anything out. I explored a little and took a picture of the entrance gate and then headed south to shop at North Face. There, I picked up a jacket that Jenn had loaned me (it kept me warm the entire time I was here). I needed one, too. ;)

Now it was nearing around 2pm, so I headed back to the loft and took a very short, but relaxing nap. My energy had been dragging all day. I'm just not built for this kind of workout. I need to really work on my endurance when I get back home. I headed out again around 4. It became apparent to me that it was a work day, as it was nearing rush hour and the buses and quick rail (which is like the subway I'd imagine, but above ground for the most part) were crowded. I got off at the Ferry Building Marketplace to explore. I had to be quick so that I'd make it to the Pier to catch my tour for Alcatraz, and the Marketplace was closing so it wasn't too big of a deal. It would have been much nicer if I was buying groceries there. As there was a store for every type of food: Need a specific Pig part, there's a store for that. Another store carries Olive Oil. Another is a wine shop. There's an Acme Bread Company, a spice company and a general grocery. All I seemed to be missing was the Candlestick Maker. I went to Ciao Bella (an gelato and sorbet company that makes interesting flavors). I have some pints from them at home. I tried their Maple Walnut gelato. It really tasted just like a praline (in ice cream form). I caught a bus and headed to the Ferry for my Alcatraz tour next.

Once on the ferry, I was able to take some really good pictures of the island:

And of course, a view from the island to the mainland - a display of what those prisoners who were able to work outside had to look at everyday of a reminder of freedom:

Once on the island, we had a short tour from a guide - who explained several escape attempts - including a prisoner who mailed himself off the island. Then, we continued inside the cellhouse for an audio tour. It was at least 30-45 minutes long and was a compilation of accounts from prisoners, guards and loved ones (I believe the actual recordings from these folks - or maybe recordings based on what they said). A look at a few of the pictures here:

The tour ended and I looked around a bit more. I had just missed the tour on "Murder in the First" - which I wasn't certain was a recount as in the movie with Kevin Bacon, but nonetheless I had taken too much time on the audio tour. I boarded the Ferry and a bus back to the loft and passed out.

Okay, so I think that anyone who lives in and constantly walks around San Francisco has to be in the best shape (and have the best backside). Not only am I hurting now, I was hurting when I woke up this morning (my left calve/ankle is ouch!!). I just had to say that.

Okay, so Monday morning I work up early (again) around 6:30 to finish planning and get started with my day. This was another only about 5 hour sleep night. I need to get some rest sometime here soon or I'm going to pass out at work on Thursday.

I had planned to get to Mama's (a place that had the best reviews for breakfast of any I had read) by 8, but it was more around 8:30 when I arrived - and it was closed. Closed Mondays apparently. It had the hours daily on the website, but I must have missed the "Closed Mondays" part. Irk! I still haven't figured out if I'm going to go there tomorrow morning (Tuesday) for breakfast or not. I want to try it, but I'm not sure it would be worth the time, money and wait. Since I had read there is usually a good hour wait here (with a line out the door), I had planned on being there until around 10:30. Since it was closed, I was able to get started early with the rest of my plans (and add some in, too).

Off I headed to climb the Filbert Steps to Coit Tower. You see, Filbert is a street name, and the hills become so steep that the drive ends and for walking, steps begin. This is why I'm hating the hills - so many steep ones - even going down is killer!

Well there's an idea of what the Filbert steps looked like. I continued up these until they started to go down again, and then walked up a street to take the Greewich Steps the rest of the way up to the tower (same story here about being a street). The Greenwich Steps were much nicer:

This is farther up the steps, so you can't see in this picture, but there are plenty of houses that stem from this stairwell. A mighty long way to climb to carry groceries if I do say so myself; however, they have a fantastic view of the bay and the landscaping isn't bad either. Again, with stairs, there comes posts, and another opportunity for me to play with the self-timer:

I finally made it up to the tower. It was cloudy out (well there weren't really clouds, but there wasn't sun either). I took some pictures of the view from the parking lot (I could see the Golden Gate and Bay Bridges), and of the tower itself:

I made my way down the Telegraph Hill and park steps to Lombard Street and started another steep climb to the "Crookedest Street in the world." This block of Lombard is apparently too steep for cars, so they made it into a zig-zag to accomadate. The houses that align it must be really expensive, as they looked it.

That's only until about 10:00am. Part two will be posted later :)

I left the park around noon and headed south to Zazie's - a French bistro/cafe that had great reviews for a wonderful breakfast. Of course, this was Sunday, so they had brunch and served until 3. I was made aware online that there would be a wait, and there was. I got there and it looked like it would be about an hour. However, the "maitre d,'" Mario, informed me that the two tables outside the door at the front of the restaurant are first come, first serve, and if I saw someone leave, to just take it. I probably waited about 10 or 15 minutes and then sat at one of those tables. Apparently they have a patio out back of the restaurant, but I never got to see that.

I ordered a mimosa (which was good, but it was $7 and hardly more than 8oz. Expensive. Oh well, that's the only drink I had outside of the Loft (good old bottle of Riesling was broke into on Saturday night, and I'm also drinking some right now). I ended up ordering fresh fruit, bacon and the "Tahiti French Toast" - French Toast with walnuts inside and caramelized bananas. It was really good. I would have taken a picture, but I was at the front of the restaurant with about 30 people waiting for tables easily viewing me and I guess I felt a bit self-conscious. I didn't stay too long at the table, either, so someone else could take advantage of the "first-come" policy.

Next up I walked and waited at the bus-stop for a bus to a clothing store near the park. A couple with a dog (a Fox-River Red Labrador Retriever) named Lincoln. It was a very good and obedient dog, yet did beg when they had food out (can't train that out of any dog, I guess). Apparently, I learned, that you can take the dog on the bus with you in San Francisco as long as he is muzzled and on a short-leash. I thought this was a great thing for all the people who live here and have dogs (which seems to be plenty from what I've seen).

I got off the bus and headed to the clothing store (which wasn't closed, but the owners were out, so the store was not open for the moment and I didn't feel like waiting around). I decided to walk to Union Street and the main drag of shops. It was farther than I expected, but I made it. And I found out something that made me incredibly upset with myself. I was taking a picture of the street to show how steep it was:


And it was still white-washed. Then I noticed that my camera was on a different setting than normal ("S") - which I'm not sure still what that stands for. No matter, that was the reason everything was turning out bright. So I switched back to normal:

Much better. However, that didn't make me feel any better because my Golden Gate Park pictures still were terrible. Oh well, at least the sun was out and I was warm.

Apparently there was a street fair going on down the entire block of Union Street that has all the shopping. While it was nice to experience that, I kind of wish it hadn't been happening because I had trouble finding the stores I wanted to go to with so many people and the street filled with vendors and food.

I made it to Lululemon and went inside to shop. They have two stores in San Francisco and this was the tinier of the two. I wasn't greeted the entire time, I had to ask for a fitting room (other people near me were asked if they wanted to start one with the clothes they had in their hands) and I was only talked to by the person who checked me out. This was not a great experience for my favorite store. Especially since I went in there with a full intention of buying something and they're usually a friendly place. I'll blame it on the fact they were busy, but it still didn't make me all too happy.

I made my way to the bus-stop to go to Union Square (and the other Lululemon). I met a guy named James who lived in the area and was headed to work. He works at an Italian restaurant in North Beach name Joe & Eddie's. I might go there on Tuesday night, but I'm not positive. From how he described it, it's a bit like Buca di Beppo with the large portions and also a bit fancier (not incredibly fancy, but I might feel out of place with jeans, or even just by myself, I think). I'm not certain about that at all yet. It was nice to talk to someone who lives there, though.

Arriving at Union I headed again to Lululemon. This time was much nicer. The store was bigger, they had something I had seen online and wanted to try on and the guy who helped me with everything was energetic from the get-go. I made my all-too-much purchase and headed back to the loft to get ready for Wicked.

I should have worn a jacket based on the previous night's experience, but I was stupid and didn't. Therefore I froze my bottom off to and from the theatre. I arrived a bit early so I could get situated and ask where the stage door was to take pictures with the cast. Only to realize later while sitting in my seat that I had no form of pen/pencil/marker for which the actors could sign my program. This is something else I might do on Tuesday night (sneak back over to the theatre and wait outside for that night's performance to be over and then get the autographs and pictures).

The Orpheum theatre was beautiful and the show was AMAZING!!! I really want to see it again (in fact I considered buying a ticket for Tuesdays' night performance, but alas, I'll spend that money elsewhere). I will see it if the touring show comes to Ohio, though. I was really tempted to sing along, but I didn't want to annoy the people sitting beside me. No photography was allowed inside the theatre at all - so alas, no pictures. Glinda was played by an under-study who did a fantastic job (hard to live up to Kristin Chenoweth's shoes in my opinion). Same goes for the lady who played Elphaba (Idina Menzel did win a Tony for this performance, of course). The show made me miss theatre and also made me wish I had an inch of their talent so that I could be up there on that stage day in and day out. Singing, dancing, acting - that would be the ultimate.

I bought two cute Wicked shirts too and a program for memorabilia and then was on my way back to the loft to only fall asleep practically when I got back. End of day 3.

Well I started my day out a little a later than I had wanted. And it was still an early-rise, so that wasn't so much fun - but sleep is overrated on vacation, I guess (and I'm craving it right now). I hadn't finished planning my day, so I had to get up early to make sure I had all the bus connections correct.

So, my first time on the MUNI (the bus) was interesting. The lady yelled at me because I didn't pull the (what looks like a plastic covered) wire in time for the stop. Hello lady - I didn't know it was the next stop until the automated voice said so. :) However, I soon figured out that you can go to "nextmuni.com" and find out when a bus will be there and what stop is before mine, etc. - this is where having the internet on my phone has come in really handy.

After a good 30-40 minute bus ride, I had made my way to the Golden Gate Park - my first stop for the day. When I started the day out at the loft, it was a little cloudy, but now the sun was shining and there weren't too many clouds (though it was still chilly). I started at the west side of the park, planning to make my way to the east and then go for Brunch. The first stop was the Dutch Windmill:


It was rather large - but it is a windmill after all. There was also the Queen Wilhelmina's (of the Netherlands? I'm going to have to look that up) garden just below - all the tulips. Next, I was going to just continue down JFK drive (the main drag), because the signage seemed to be a little weak in the park (as I've read also - and a good map apparently isn't available except for sale at the park's entrance house, M-F - and it's Sunday, and I didn't get one). Somehow, I got mixed up and ended up going a bit south rather than east. Not sure how that happened. I asked someone (I'm a girl - perfectly okay asking for directions) the correct way. Once I was back on track I went to the Bison Paddock (yum! - though I'm sure the bison wouldn't want to know that was what I was thinking, it's their preservation area after all). This is where I noticed the brightness of my pictures. I couldn't seem to focus on the bison, they seemed white-washed in my camera, but perfectly fine minus a little sunlight in my view. I became irritated with the sun. Sure, it was a great day for walking around (I eventually de-layered after walking a bit), but it was getting in the way of having beautiful pictures. I continued on. I went around Stow Lake and up Strawberry Hill. The stairs up the hill provided some wonderful posts for camera-holding. This allowed me to get this picture (along with a few others - since my personal photographer was not with me today - hehe):


After climbing to the top, there was a group of Chinese people doing some form of what looked like Yoga (but I assure you it wasn't any yoga I had seen - no sun salutations there). This is where the frustration with the sun really kicked in. The view was amazing. I could see the whole northern part of the city, but the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge were sticking out from what looked like clouds. However, my camera retained none of that. It will have to be fixated in my memory. I strolled down the hill and headed over to the Rose Garden (I found a very pretty orange, yellow and pink one called "Dreams Come True." After that, I headed past the De Young Museum (too expensive and time consuming to go inside, but I enjoyed the exquisite architecture from the outside). Again, the "sun" was causing so many problems that I couldn't get a good picture of that. After that I went to the Japanese Tea Gardens. It had a $5 admission fee, and I didn't stay long, but I thought it was worth it for the quiet atmosphere and some good pictures (these actually looked decent). I would have sat down and had a cup of tea, but I was trying to get as much in as possible, and I don't like tea. :)

After the Tea Gardens, I went to the Shakespeare Garden. This wasn't really that big of a deal - there were some rock walls that had quotes on them, but I didn't stand and read them all, would have taken too long. Found a quote I liked from A Midsummer Night's Dream and then moved on. Next up was the Conservatory of Flowers. Now, I'm not a botanist, so maybe that's the reason I thought the inside of this place was kind of pointless. There were plants, some of which I've never heard of before, but it was a rather small conservatory and you had to pay $5 to get in. I did, and I can say I've done it, but it wasn't really anything to be all gleeful about. The outside of the Conservatory; however, is a different story. It's a large white (which was white-washed in my pictures, boo) structure that resembles a bird cage (at least to me) and has some beautiful landscaping surrounding it. That was the end of my journey in the park. I'm sure you could spend weeks exploring all it has to offer and the many trails, but to stay safe (and not lost) I kept to the main roads and to be quick I kept to the main attractions.

Well that takes me up to around noon - brunch time, but I'm soooo tired. I'm going to go to bed and I'll write more about Day 3 tomorrow. Night.

I'm still on Columbus time. I woke up this morning at 4am (7am OH) and felt refreshed, but still went back to sleep for another 2 hours. From there I leisurely got ready, had breakfast (oatmeal & fruit), and watched a bit of tv while double-checking train schedules. I made my way around 8:30 to the CalTrain station. It wasn't until I started walking that I thought it might be an outdoor station. I'm used to Millenium in Chicago, and that's indoors (but the train in Dunes Park where Lauren and I board, is outdoors). Well this was kind of an indoor station. It was shielded from rain and such, but not technically indoors. No matter, it wasn't cold. I talked to my mom for a bit on the phone and then started reading. When it was time to board the 9:15 train I went on and was pleasantly surprised to see it had comfy chairs (well the ones I'd suppose you'd find on a good tour bus) and an upstairs. I went up and chose a seat. It was nice as it was the only one in the row and I didn't really have to have anybody sit across or next to me. I pulled out the book (which I'm considering being my choice for the next book club). It's called My Sister's Keeper, and I'm really enjoying it so far. It's definitely one that there will be lots to talk about (and that's what a book club is for, right?).


Anyway, I arrived in San Jose at 10:51 (right on schedule) and Joel arrived shortly after to pick me up. We drove to Santa Cruz via (okay I'm not certain about this one) Boulder Creek or Los Gatos. It was scenic drive through a tree-ridden region and lots of curvy road (which seemed like they could only fit one car at a time to me, but I guess people manage). Once in Santa Cruz, we went down to the beach. I wasn't sure what to expect here. I knew it would be cold, and knew I probably wouldn't be swimming, but I was at the beach, so of course I had to go in. So after some hesistant back and forth I finally was able ot get water to about shoulder-level and then I chickened out and went back to the beach towel and laid out for a bit. Something about being at the beach is just nice. Joel played a quick volleyball game while I was getting some sun (I chickend out on this one too, really didn't want anyone to see how terrible I was at it). After that, we went to a diner down the street for some lunch (though we ate breakfast - I had my iHop usual (though it wasn't iHop), the pancakes, french fries (which tasted like Arby's curly fries) and ice cream. I also had apple pie. I didn't quite eat everything, but I managed to get to a pretty good chunk.

Once done with lunch, we headed up Highway 1, making several stops along the way at beaches or overlooks where you could walk down to beaches. Here are a few of the pictures (some are courtesy of Joel and his nice Nikon camera - which I think might be the same on my brother-in-law Mike has):



Nearing San Francisco (and also about an hour or two away from sunset) we headed near Ocean Beach/Lincoln Park area and drove to a place where we could get some good pictures of the bridge. Yes, I know there are lots of bridge here - but the best one has to be the Golden Gate because it's just so iconic:



Some intake of the breath-taking views and some good pictures later, we drove to the other side of the bridge (not the other side as in driving across, but as in we were on the left and we moved to the right). Some more pictures were taken here, including a few facing downtown - here's a fun shot of me holding the moon, blocking the beautiful architecture that is the dome of the Palace of Fine Arts (and yes, I'm a little cold):


Next up, we drove a bit around the city, including along the Embarcadero and back to the loft. Joel came up for a bit mostly to transfer his pictures (which are much higher caliber than mine) to my computer. Then off he went since it was 10:30 here and he had church in the morning.

I had a glass of wine and a shower, changed and now I'm making some last minute decisions for tomorrow and then heading to bed. I'm tired! :)


Tomorrow is supposedly the Golden Gate Park, cupcakes (yum - and yes I'm looking forward to this), shopping (yay for Lululemon!), and I'm going to try to fit in some other things along the way - if I have time. The only constant tomorrow (which is probably what I'm most looking forward to) is Wicked. I'm soooooo excited to see it. I'd only be more excited if Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel were in for the night an reprising their originating roles. And to see the musical where it actually first had its start is even more amazing. I'm going to try to get autographs after the show, as well, we'll see how that goes. Off to bed. Loves!

After 6 hours of flying (really, it seemed like forever, though I know it wasn't), I took the BART from the airport to the Powell Street station, got a little lost trying to figure out which way to go from there, picked up a cab and arrived at my desitnation. I had originally planned to take the BART to the next station, transfer South, transfer to Caltrain and arrive within a block of the loft. However, solely taking the BART was both quicker and cheaper. So, I went that way. I knew beforehand it would be about a mile walk from the station, but I got out and had stores all around me and I think I became distracted (Bloomingdales, Anthropologie, Gucci anyone? - okay, so I didn't see Gucci, but I'm sure it's in this city somewhere, but no worries, I won't be buying anything there). It took me awhile to find a cab. I was around a shopping center and couple of hotels, so you think it would have been a little easier, but no. I didn't see any coming on the side of the street I was on for awhile, so I crossed. And then, of course, three passed (though I do think they were full of people). After walking a bit and turning down several streets I was finally able to hail one (I learned this in Chicago - though they seem to be more abundant there).

I buzzed in and met Kevin (loft owner). He was really nice; showed me up to the Loft. It's so quaint. It's a little smaller than in the pictures (I'm not sure why), but it's perfect for little old me. In fact, I wish there were something like this in Columbus. Quaint and simple for Ang.

By this time it was about 7:30pm San Francisco time. I called my mom to let her know I made it okay, learned my sister decided to show me up while I was gone by buying my parents a gift (hehe, love you Jenn), and turned on my laptop to verify the time of sunset here (about 8:30). I quickly put my backpack on and ran two blocks (okay, so I didn't run, I walked leisurely) to Safeway for some grocery shopping. The contents: Milk, Strawberries, Blackberries, Pineapple, Bread, Diet Pepsi and Water. I brought some things from home to counter-balance, but that seems about right. I put the food in the fridge when I came back and hustled up to the roof to get some "sunset" shots - though the sun was kind of hidden behind building already. No matter, here's what the view from the roof looks like:

I came back to the loft and took a few pictures - Kitchen as seen from living room - and yes, I haven't unpacked yet - already making a mess:

Living room as viewed from Loft:

Bedroom in Loft:

Well now it's nearing 1 am (okay, so it's only 10pm here)...so I think it best that I go unpack and get some rest. Tomorrow morning I catch the CalTrain and go South to San Jose, meet up with Joel, go to the beach (yay!) and other excursions I'm not quite certain of (possibly)?

Night!

The start of my vacation has finally arrived. Four more hours of work and then I'm off to five hours of flying and about another three to four waiting in an airport :)

I've brought along some music and some reads, so hopefully I can keep myself entertained. Though, quite honestly, I think I'm just going to try to sleep. I'm set with a good boarding pass number (group "A"), so hopefully that means I have the ability to choose a good seat (window - thank you very much, as I can rest my head on my sweatshirt, on the window pane). It would depend on who sits by me, I guess.

Well, it's time for work. Hopefully I choose to update this often :)

Just adding another entry in order to add something neat to my labels. :)
Planning out the bus rides in San Francisco later tonight.

Well, I'm going to San Francisco this Friday. YAY! Only 2 more full days of work (1/2 on Friday). That's all I have to say right now.