It's weird to think that this was the start to my inaugural weekend: Cocktails at Halo, complete with red, white, and blue ambient lighting. Good friends, good drinks, followed by good food, followed by math jokes on chalkboards (integral of e to the power of x, anyone?)...
Sadly, the fun-filled weekend was destined to be short lived.
Actually, what I found while taking out trash pre-night-out-on-the-town should have clued me in to what was to eventually follow:
Yeah... Not a pretty picture by any stretch of the imagination. I only hope the little guy had expired before the gate closed (if that doesn't make sense, don't ask... trust me, you'll be better off).
At any rate, my fun night out on the town was on the happier side of a punctuating phone call I'd rather not go in to at the moment. Suffice it to say, that call led to a last-minute flight reservation, a 5 a.m. trek to the Dupont Circle Metro station...
...some quality reading time spent at a practically deserted gate...
...a window seat...
...which was awesome. The screaming baby sitting directly behind me? Not so much...
...some fantastic astronautically inspired artwork throughout SFO...
...complete with some bitching robots (I'm a sucker for robots (they're the new pirates, you know))...
...and that's all I really feel like getting in to at the moment. Maybe I'll talk about it more later on. Then again, maybe I won't.
Not like it really matters either way.
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