I've never been to the West Coast.
Seriously, I've never been to the West Coast. And in true Not! fashion I decided it was time to remedy that...
"So I packed my bags, grabbed my wallet and bikini and rode off into the sunset. I arrived in San Francisco where my lover NotItalian was there to sweep me off my feet and in a lavish fashion squired me through the city."
What really happened was that I took a flight, stayed in a hostel and was nearly walked to death around the city by NotaSong and NotthePretteh. But I had a wonderful time. I nibbled on french made quiche, I walked the "Worlds Crookedest Street" and I had the pleasure of having two old Italian men call myself and the two ladies I was with "angels."
San Francisco is a city the way I like it. Bustling, busy, alive. And given the past year, this was definitely what I've needed. I loved every bit of this trip.
Even the part where I kissed the drunken guy who bought our group shots on Saturday night.
duh duh duh....