If you're going to San-Fran-Cisco...

Whew. After a really strange plane ride (really Mr. Guy-in-the-seat-beside-me, I don't usually fall asleep before the plane takes off... and stay asleep through takeoff), and a persistent headache that has finally dulled to being less obtrusive (and simply annoying), I'm in San Francisco.

The one thing I love about San Francisco is the ability to get good food pretty much at any time. I had a nice little Italian dinner with espresso gelato at the end...and a drink that I'm crediting with getting rid of my headache. I also like staying in downtown hotels--I can see a few very dedicated worker-bees still at their office desks.

However, the hotel I'm staying at is hosting a Plastic Surgery convention right now. This, of course, makes me think that every time someone is looking at me as I pass through the lobby, they're mentally mapping what they could do to improve my looks. Paranoia sets in in 5...4....3....keep the scalpel away from my face (well, maybe just a touch off the nose...)

Oh! And I ran into Larry Bird (the basketball player) as I was checking in. Yeah, literally ran into him. Whoops. I was with my boss at the time and after I rushed to apologize (and tried to flash my winning-est "I'm sorry...but look how charming I am!" smiles) and got out of earshot, I mentioned that, "That guy was really tall."

To which my boss replied, "Yeah, I've worked with him before, that was Larry Bird."

Seriously. I'm such a dork sometimes.