All that and No Rice-a-Roni

I flew to San Francisco on Monday.

Monday night I had to myself to get caught up on work and wander the streets of downtown.

I windowshopped. Menswear is in fashion. For women, that is. Also, very high platform heels. At least if you believe the shop windows.

My hotel was very European. I didn’t have one of the economy rooms with the restroom down the hall, but I did have this lovely little space-saving triangle sink.

This is my sushi chef at Hana Zen. I had, as you can see, the rainbow roll. I also had a cosmo made with sake.

Being that I was on my own, I was totally down with embarrasing myself by playing the role of dorky tourist.

I was convincing.

After I ate I walked for miles and miles so I would collapse and fall asleep back at the hotel.

It was a good strategy.

The next morning I was up super early. I donned my corporate attire and spent the next three days with clients at a conference.

Check it out: a suit! makeup! I say that like I don’t dress up often, but I do.

Things I didn’t do in San Francisco:

Go to Alcatraz

Walk the Golden Gate bridge

Buy a Prada bag

I did have a good time and while away saw floods of e-mails about people working from home due to snow and sleet. Schools were closed in both St. Louis and Charlottesville so if I had been in either of my two usual places, I would have had bad weather. But, since I was in the land of the governator, I had sunny and sixties. I’ll take it.

While I was away:

The boy turned 19 years old. (I sent him a collection of fake mustaches.)

The girl made her dad dinner. (A minor disaster when a pot pie went kersplat inside the oven, upsidedown.)

At this writing, I’ve been on my way home since 6:30am Pacific and it’s looking like I’ll be home around midnight, Eastern. That’s a long trip. I’ll be glad to be home.