I'm sitting here in my Uncle's office in San Francisco feeling extremely out of place in my shorts & tshirt; I haven't seen anyone else wearing something other than a three-piece suit for miles. Anyway, the vacation is going pretty well.
I got here safely, which, knowing my directional skills, is a compelte and total miracle. Of course, I managed to get lost 3 times and spill coffee all over my white shirt before I even got on the plane, but that's not important, right? We went to check out Berkeley on the first day and I absolutely loved it. (Anne, I know you're jealous.) It reminded me a lot of Georgetown, but hippied out. We walked around campus for a while, shopped at American Apparel and Cody's books, & drove up to the hills of Oakland to see some gorgeous views. Let me just clarify that if I don't come home alive, it's because of my Uncle's driving. Normal for him is 45 in 25 mph zones on curvy, uphill mountain roads. He drives a MINIMUM of 70 on highways (including 55 mph ones), never with more than one hand on the wheel, and hyperactively glancing around/switching lanes every 5 minutes just for fun.
We went to the beach the next day, & then to these old bath-houses which were destroyed in a fire. It was pretty cool, but I got such a bad sunburn on the backs of my legs from falling asleep that I still can't really walk today without drugging up. That night, we went to this pier near his house for fireworks. They were good, but I felt homesick not being able to see the ones on the mall. Plus, these super-obnoxious Japanese tourists were standing behind us making "tsking" noises and going "wooooo-woooo!" or "waaaoooww" after EVERY SINGLE FIREWORK.
Yesterday=one of the best shopping days of my life. I literally walked around San Fran from 10 am to 5 pm shopping. It was amazing. The stores here are huge and have a big selection...I found items that I've been looking for at home for months here in abundance on the racks. I had to call 4 people out of extreme shopper's guilt, and that says a lot. Think Marc Jacobs and Tiffany's. Needless to say, my mom's credit card ("ONLY use this in emergencies") was a great help. heh. We went out to dinner that night at this amazing place in Little Italy where they make fresh pasta, and then to a poetry reading at City Light books. Right now I'm just waiting until 10 when the SFMOMA opens so I can spend some time there.
Quote of the week: Upon seeing the backs of my legs on the Bart train last night
man: Excuse me, lady! You have a BITCHIN' sunburn!
me: Um...I know.
man: Okay, just thought I'd let you know.
Great, thanks...I totally wasn't aware. *eyeroll*