Back in the 305 for some meetings. Will post more later but first - MOJITOS! I couldn't leave you a post of Miami without the former Gianni Versace compound.
15.6.07
10.6.07
Day 4 - Wheels up...sort of.
After an early jaunt over to SFO I was on my way to the Windy City for a tiny layover. Until they needed to change tires on the plane...after we were already on it. I guess Daly put in some new regulation that all planes out of O'Hare must be fitted with mandatory spinners. At least that only took half an hour. I know I've spent more time at 3 day tire store for much smaller wheels.
Underground @ O'Hare:
Now I'm just in from TPA and going to bed. Looks like another early morning...
Underground @ O'Hare:
Now I'm just in from TPA and going to bed. Looks like another early morning...
Day 3 - The Marathon
Day 3 consisted of far too early a rise for a holiday weekend to shuttle over to Davis in search of some housing for Tiffany and Leigh. There were a couple of nice pieces but most was overpriced subpar crap. Welcome to California real estate...we love it!
Afterwards it was on to some crazy ass Hunan place for some of that infamous San Francisco chinese...it truly is the San Francisco treat. BTW, those Hunan province cats don't mess around with their heat! Light em up!!!
After stuffing ourselves full of the best cat money can buy we took a little stroll to pretend we were actually burning off any of the bazillion calories we had just ingested and would up at the View Lounge 40 stories above the city. Now, one would think that at 40 stories, your glass should have some sort of regulation for thickness, missle resistance, etc. Apparently the fine folks over here have some juice with Newsom or something because you could flex the glass with your fingers. Let's just say we werenot giving it stress tests by leaning on it.
After a few mojitos there it was time to navigate our way back to Napa as I would have an early trip to SFO in the A.M.
We rolled back to Napa in the afternoon to freshen up and take disco naps as we would be heading into the city.
Once we payed the piper (Bay Bridge Toll) we started over at the W for some libations.
After stuffing ourselves full of the best cat money can buy we took a little stroll to pretend we were actually burning off any of the bazillion calories we had just ingested and would up at the View Lounge 40 stories above the city. Now, one would think that at 40 stories, your glass should have some sort of regulation for thickness, missle resistance, etc. Apparently the fine folks over here have some juice with Newsom or something because you could flex the glass with your fingers. Let's just say we werenot giving it stress tests by leaning on it.
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