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March 07, 2005
Losers whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
Can you guess where I am? That's right, I'm writing to you from sunny San Francisco, CA. It's been awhile since I've taken a vacation, and my mom convinced my dad to go to a conference in the City by the Bay. Like any self-respecting 25 year old, I jumped at the opportunity to tag along.
We're staying in a hotel called the Fairmount, which apparently is one of the ritziest hotels in the world. According to my dad, and he is rarely wrong about these things, the hotel's entire business is founded on abusing corporate expense accounts. For example, breakfast consisting of a piece of bacon, some toast and an OJ is $20. Or, if you want to plug in to the high speed internet, which is complementary in almost every hotel in the world, including the Homewood Suites on Dick Road in Cheektowaga, NY, is $15 a day. What the fuck is that! Consequently, I dragged my mom to a Starbucks so that I could check email and write in this here blog. The only email I got was from a guy at work who is trying to sell me a $1500 piece of software that we don't need. Little does he know that I have no power to buy stuff. So yes, thanks for making me feel loved.
San Francisco, by the way, is the hilliest place I have seen, ever. It's like they built a city on the Appalachians. I went for jogs the past two mornings, and I almost died because I was alternately running down a 40 degree incline and then running back up it. Our hotel is on top of a hill, so there is no way around it. It's torturous, I tells you. I'm not used to that sort of stuff in Chicago, where the only hill you are going to find is a pile of dirt.
That's where I am today. It is nice to get away, and to feel the ocean breeze. It is a balmy 65 degrees. Despite the hills, I am having a wonderful time. I'll try and write more later, but don't worry about me if I don't!
Posted by oz115 at March 7, 2005 11:32 AM