My body is wrecked, I feel as I've been switched on some kind of hyper-no-rest mode since mid April. Now, that I'm home, my batteries completely drained. I'm paying. Hard.
With the constant back and forth trips to Los Angeles, various travels to the Valley, excursions to Visalia and one killer journey to San Francisco. I don't think I can handle anything more than waking up and turning up my laptop. My throat itches, my nose is semi-stuffed, I feel as if I'm on the verge of getting sick, and it completely sucks.
I don't have the mental power to actually give a detailed trip report on my S.F. visit, but I will mention some of the highlight;
- Little Star Pizza and all the pizza we ate (Blondies, Zachary's)
- Hitting up the Metreon.
- Gaying out with Bob and hitting the Cable Cars and Fisherman's Wharf.
- Having The Fillmore catch on fire and having the Dethklok show cancel (Our whole reason of going.)
- By way of sheer luck, seeing Doug Benson AND Brian Posehn.
That's all I have for now, the D.B. and B.P. story is too good not to re-tell so I'll get that up as soon Ias I'm not dying anymore. But, I really do love San Francisco, I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with a city, but I did. I curse my grandfather from moving away from the city when he was young.
I guess that song is true, huh?
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