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I was told to grab a taxi from the airport to my hotel, up by Fisherman’s Wharf, which would run something like $60. But I’m an economical young man, so I took the BART to Powell St and got a cab there. Grand total: $21 with tip. Someone should just give me the $40 remainder for being so awesome.

My hotel is just a couple blocks from Fisherman’s Wharf. I kinda figured I’d find a dozen sushi places over there, but no such luck - not on the main drag, anyway. I stopped into Lou’s, a blues joint, and got salmon stuffed with crab and shrimp. Want to know what heaven tastes like? It tastes like salmon stuffed with crab and shrimp.

It’s only 9:30 here but I’m exhausted. I took off my belt when I got back to the hotel and walked right out of my jeans. I’m not sure if I bought jeans that are too big or if I lost weight, but I’m going to assume that the heavenly salmon took off 10 or 15 pounds.

Tomorrow and Friday I actually have to work. On Saturday, there’s this KFOG concert literally blocks away from where I am. It’s like my very own welcoming party with fireworks.

Before I go to bed, I need to do some ironing. I’m not good at ironing, but I think it will be worth it - these khakis I brought make my ass look like salmon stuffed with crab and shrimp: heavenly.

So check it out, I’m going to San Francisco for two weeks. I found out at about 9 this evening that I’ll be flying out there tomorrow at noon. Yeah, we don’t waste no time round these parts.

I don’t really know any specifics yet - right now, I’m more concerned with getting packed and working out the logistics. For example, I’ll be flying back here two days before I move, on the day I was supposed to be picking up keys, and at the tail end of the week that I intended to spend packing and selling off crap I don’t need. Not really sure how all that’s going to work out, yet.

Friends in SF, please get in touch so I have your cell number (e-mail and AIM on the About page). I’ll be working normal hours during the week at a client’s office, but I’d like to get together with everyone during the two weekends I’ll be there for.

I’m pretty psyched. It won’t be as relaxing as my last trip there, and I certainly don’t have as much time to make plans with people, but it will be a nice change of pace nonetheless.

I really need to start packing. SF folks, make sure I’ve got your number, and I’ll see you soon.

UPDATE: Just so we’re all on the same page: I am not moving to San Francisco. I will be there for two weeks for work. Shortly after returning to the DC area, I’ll be moving into a new apartment here. Sorry for the confusion.

Remember that time we went dumpster diving? Well, it’s time to cash in reward points, fly out to San Francisco, and spend a week with the wonderful Ryan and Sarah. I leave Thursday evening and come back Sunday morning.

I was talking to Sarah ealier today and realized that I haven’t had a break this long since I was 15. I worked all through high school and college, so school breaks just meant more work. I do long weekends out of town once in a while, but the longest break I’ve had in the past seven years was last November, before I moved to DC - I finished finals Friday morning and had a week and a half before starting my job on a Tuesday. That hardly counts as a break, though: I did a ton of driving - three laps between Rochester and DC - packed up and moved all my stuff, AND spent a weekend partying with the Grillbillies.

Of course, now that I really think about it, I had forgotten the 10-day trip to Las Vegas three years ago. I guess that counts.

Either way, I’m psyched. I could stand to get out of here for a bit, and I’m looking forward to seeing the whole SF crew.