Hey, so I got to go to San Francisco for the day like some jetset loony! This is one of the benefits of having a friend who is a flight attendant. We basically just ran around downtown and did a lot of shopping, particularly at the new Westfield SF, which is the most amazing mall I’ve ever been to. I never thought I’d say that, since I generally detest malls, but man, this one is impressive!
I vowed to take tons of photos, but of course I failed. Here we are waiting for the bus to take us from the employee parking lot to the airport. Yes, it’s pitch black, because it is around 5:30am.
And here’s fearful flyer Wendy downing some medication to settle her nerves:
We took BART into the city, which was quick and convenient. It’s only $5.50 per person, which is much cheaper than taking a taxi or limo.
My friend Megan (cancer-fighting Megan for any long-time readers out there) was able to meet us and hang out with us, which was great. Our group split up for lunch, and Megan, Theresa, and I went to the Irish Bank for some good pub food!
We got bumped from our flight back to Portland, so we had several hours to kill at SFO. We enjoyed every minute of it, though, at the Brookstone in the international terminal. We sort of took over the massage chairs and the Tempur-Pedic bed in the back of the store (one of our group even took a nap on the bed).