Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

Dear Scott,

So sorry it's been a while. I have been so busy getting settled into this new lifestyle and acclimated to the city. So we have a lot to catch up on...

I spent the weekend in San Francisco with some friends from BU. Cait, Matt and I left Los Angeles at around 11 Friday morning and arrived in San Fran at about 5, the drive wasn't bad at all, especially compared to some of the grueling car rides I have recently endured. When we arrived in San Francisco, it was pouring, and continued to do so until Sunday morning. Friday night was very...um...college. We dressed to impress, all the while bobbing our heads to some of our favorite college jams, then we stuffed all six of us into a cab made for four, and gabbed the driver's ear off so that he wouldn't notice the two extra heads in the back seat. If he had noticed the two extra people stuffed into his taxi cab, he certainly had no concern for our safety, or more importantly, our stomachs. I began to see alternating flashes of both my childhood and the meatball hoagie I had had for lunch as he cruised, at what seemed to be the speed of light, through San Francisco's steep terrain. As the color of my face turned from light pink to a dark lavender and my eyes started to roll to the back of my head, the cab screeched to a halt...we had arrived, just in time.

I woke up Saturday morning to my, previously inflated, air mattress completely flattened on the hard wood floor. Despite my original insistence that I was going to need a wheelchair and a neck brace to contribute to the days activities, I eventually managed to pull myself together. Around noon, a group of nine of us met up for breakfast at a little cafe downtown. We sat at a corner booth for a couple of hours telling stories about one another and reminiscing on past times. The weather was miserable! It was pouring rain and freezing. While we made an attempt to sightsee San Francisco, the weather ended up "forcing" us into a pub down the street. Saturday night was another great time, spent with wonderful people.

I woke up early Sunday morning nearly crippled by my second night's sleep on the deflated air mattress. As I limped down the stairs of the apartment, toward the door, my handicap was almost instantly healed when I stepped outside into the 60 degree San Francisco sunshine. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. We all hopped into a cab and rode it to the Castro, San Francisco's gay neighborhood, for lunch. What a place, a place of acceptance and of free love, I have never seen any place like it before. Mark twain once said, "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness," I'm starting to think he had just returned from a visit to San Francisco's Castro District. We spent the rest of the day visiting San Francisco's must-see attractions- the Haight District, the Golden Gate bridge and Alcatraz, leaving late Sunday night. The trip was amazing. I'm adding "Live in San Francisco" to my bucket list.

Improv classes are going well, I think I am finally starting to grasp an understanding of the art.

I miss Mom, Dad and Lizzy a whole lot. Be sure to take good care of them for me. I love and miss you more than you know.

Until we meet again,

Liney