SFO Redux

The past 24 hours has been both the best and the worst of days.  On the one hand, I am exhausted, I now have a headache (slowly subsiding, we hope) and I just threw up in an airport bathroom, complete with food-formerly-known-as-chilaquiles streaming down my nostrils.  I have chocolate stains on my jeans, my skin is dry, and I look not unlike a refugee.  On the other hand, the past 24 hours has brought about not just one but 2 rounds of ice cream, the best hot chocolate I've ever had stateside, oysters, sleeping over with my brother's friends in their warehouse studio, and meeting up with 3 different Bo' friends, as well as a little time with Lisa.  Did I also mention fresh Californian peaches, sushi, Mexican food, and the best truffle fries I've had in a very long time?  (This could all explain why I threw up)  Who could ask for more than that?  For now, I'm sitting at the airport, charging my phone, trying to stay awake until boarding, and basking in gratefulness for my very short SFO trip.