I've been back from northern California for a couple of days now. My trip was nice and relaxing, with only a few moments filled with anxiety. I should win an award for getting lost...I am just that good at it. Most of my time was spent with an assortment of cats and quality sunny days There were kamakaze kites, healthy fast food, fun new people to meet, and incredible views.
It's hard not to fall in love with California. The landscapes are nearly perfect, it makes snow seem like blasphemy. I like the general positive, laid-back mentality. Every person seems fascinating. I forget how rigid and tense New York City makes me feel sometimes...lots of people rushing around, never really slowing down to feel alive.
I didn't go to Bay to Breakers. Seeing the leftover people in their costumes only made me slightly regretful. Well, there's always next year. Fortunately I had the option to see the new Indiana Jones movie and attend the luncheon afterwards (free drinks and movie sets). The movie for the most part was amazing. It's an easy movie to get lost in. Not much substance. I thought the sci-fi twists were too generic and didn't fit with the rest of franchise. On my last day I got a tour of LucasArts, a subsidiary of Lucasfilm Limited . There was a lot of memorabilia to "ooh" and "aah" at. I was a kid in a candy shop.
*I went to CA carrying along the theory that most single American men live on the west coast and most single American women live on the east coast. It turns out to be very true and that's all I'm divulging. 
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