I got back to San Francisco on Saturday, and I practically went straight to my going away party that night. Today was family day, and I have a lot to report about all of that, but I'll have to get to it later.
I'm still on east coast time, so I'm heading to bed soon. Beyond my sleepy state, my SORE legs are making me want to crawl into bed. We went out Friday night, and I Dropped It Like It's Haaawt one too many times on the dance floor. (I literally touched the floor every time Snoop commanded to drop, park or pop it. Um, I was doing squats.) My thirty-year old thighs are screaming at me now for trying to keep up with my twenty-year old spirit.
Funny thing is, I'm pretty sure I'll still be attempting those moves when I'm 64.