7:30am CST. We land in Chicago. Meetings and stuff. I eat two lunches, both of which are pretty good.
6:50pm PST. I land in San Francisco and drive off into the sunset.
9:15pm PST. Dinner at IHOP near Fisherman's Wharf. I am initially ignored for what seems like 20 minutes, but then the server is highly attentive. I eat a spicy chicken sandwich with provolone, which is delicious. Also, an Avocado salad (1/4 of an Avocado on lettuce for 2.49) and a crepe with blueberry sauce and vanilla ice cream. I consume an enormous amount of ice water and feel cold. The server asks me how I liked my food, and seems to really care. I experience a flashback to a movie that involves ordering ice cream in a diner in California.
I notice that almost everyone around me is dressed informally, compared to DC. This strikes me as odd/good/slightly sloppy.
10:00pm PST. A man in the hotel elevator asks me where I am from. A short conversation occurs whereupon I claim exhaustion. I don't think he was wearing shoes.
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What an exciting day!
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