Back in SF

Blah.
But the flight back was as it should be. Almost.
Even though we had a flawless flight (no airsick this time!) and we landed (wheels touching the tarmac) early, we still had to wait at the gate for 10 minutes, thus negating the “early arrival”.
What’s the frakkin’ point of announcing to the plane “we are here early” when passengers kanna take advantage of it by getting off the damn cattle car?
Anyhoo, the weekend in Southern California was fun. Ate a lot, stayed up late and smoked many cigars. One of the more enjoyable weekends I’ve had that doesn’t require a passport.
Wheee.