I Left My Heart in San Francisco

A few things I noticed on both cross-country flights:

Tubby, bald white men, Eastern European women and surfer brahs hold up the boarding process more than anyone else.

When sitting next to a mother and her three-year-old, if she ignores said child, what she's really doing is hoping you'll take an interest in the little ankle-biting monster that is kicking the crap out of you and be her free babysitter for the duration of the flight.

Fanny packs are back!

There are a lot of hot, young dads. It's weird.

Watching Criminal Minds while sitting next to a child is ALWAYS a good idea.

Continental Airlines needs to redesign their uniforms ASAP. All the flight attendants look like majorettes in the saddest marching band in the world and the air stewards look like they're doing a half-assed impression of Dick Tracy.

The flight attendants hate their jobs. Trust me, they totes do.

Moving on, my trip to The Bay City was amazing. The weather was gorgeous, the people are so nice and Miami Ad School kicks major ass. What really struck me about San Francisco is the energy. It's very different from here. Don't get me wrong, I love the South but in California, people were so positive and healthy. I saw more runners in two days then I've seen in a week here. Sure, there are seedy parts of town and a large homeless population (as is true with any major city) but I never felt like I was in any sort of danger.

What I do know is, if/when I move out there, most of my monthly budget will inevitably go to food. Oh the food! So many vegetarian options, farmer's markets, wine and countless specialty stores! My foodie self was overwhelmed.

As for MAS, I had a ball. I sat in on a class and all of the students were welcoming. Plus, they are in advertising so they did their best to sell me on their school. And it worked. It was refreshing to sit in a room of witty creatives. I was still the odd ball but I suppose that's my lot in life.

It's taking everything I have to not quit my job (which, isn't bad, it's just waiting tables), pack my stuff and figure it out once I get there. Lo, I cannot. I have four more months and then, THEN I can go. Boo.