So Sunday I flew out of London, out of the arms of my sleepy sweet boy and into the arms of my cuddly Care Bear girly. It had been a bit of a debacle, getting on the flight- they had overbooked it, so I had to wait for another, later flight- however, in exchange I got a return trip voucher wherever Virgin travels, AND upgraded to first class! Pretty snazzy. Travelling in first class made me think of how envious I was of those escorts who get flown to Europe for the weekend... le sigh, not the life for me as a sexy fat chica!

I'll be happy to settle on one side of the ocean at last. And I really hope it'll be on the London side with my boy and my amazing friends.

Still, while I'm in San Francisco I plan to keep busy and occupied with Burning Man preparation, packing up my room and, in two weeks, showing the boy why I love this city as well!