Hola, Bitches.
I was, as previously rumored, in San Francisco for the weekend. A long weekend. I got to see many Bay Area-istas, though not all (drat!), and of course there's never enough time to do everything one wants to do with everyone one wants to do it with.
I spent an obscene amount of money at Lush and various other stores, ate some yummy yummy food, was triumphant in one game of Uno, had gingerbread pancakes, got launched off the end of a bench by Emmett [NOTE: completely unplanned and unexpected by me, but physics and gravity are harsh mistresses], met Ruby the pug, tried (and failed) to make Otka the puffer fish at the pirate store puff up, ate saffron/pistachio ice cream, was HIGHLY entertained watching Hec and Emmett playing Animaniacs computer games, walked all over the Mission while marvelling at Emmett's endless energy, and was introduced to Invader Zim.
I know I'm forgetting stuff.
It was sunny and 70 degrees there all weekend, and now I'm back in Cincy, at work, and it's 60-ish degrees, grey and rainy, and forecast to nosedive to a high of 45 tomorrow. Bah. Bah, I say!