Apparently, we're flying for a lightning trip to San Francisco some time next week.
I hate flying, and I hate hippies.
I'm not putting flowers in my hair.
And I'm quite disappointed to find out that San Franciscans have failed to honour one of their most illustrious citizens, the great Bruce Lee. I was hoping for some kind of memorial, or to visit his old school or some thing. Nada.
Guess San Franciscans were too busy smoking pot and driving their hybrid cars to the nearest drum circle...
:P