That's going to be me, flying over the fly-over states to the west coast where the sun sets on the correct side of the beach (over the ocean).
My mother is turning 70 and she's treating me to a trip to San Francisco to be with her, my theologically-awesome aunt and my earthy cool sister of Santa Cruz. Because this was too good a chance to see all of California, I'm flying to LA first to spend time basking in the UCLA Bruin Basketball Glow by staying a couple nights in Westwood (and seeing (!) Elizabeth Gilbert and Anne Lamott speak together in Royce (the god of halls) Hall - yes, exactly like chocolate, peach schnapps and good sex rolled into one, I agree).
I'm off to have those grey roots dyed, then to purchase a brand new tech toy (GPS devise), then back to work for the afternoon and I'll start packing my clothes later this evening... all while watching March Madness: Go Muskateers! Go Bruins!
Photos of California to come to this very blog in the very near future.