Dear besties,
I’m not one who is prone to hyperbole or gushing. I never exaggerate, nor do I offer aggressive or excessive praise. Ok, yes I do. You three readers might know that by now. But despite my propensity to embellish every so often, I entreat you to believe me when I tell you that Sarah S., United Airlines representative at the San Francisco International Airport and Fun Zone, is quite possibly an earthbound angel. Let me tell you why.
Recently, in between Christmas and the new year, I spent a not-relaxing five days in San Francisco. During those few days, I sampled much wine and beer, ate like food was going out of fashion, had three family-fight-induced meltdowns and developed ripping calf muscles from all the walking we did up hills with 100 percent gradients. Yes, we were walking up cliffs. Actually, the walking just made me wheeze and have heart palpitations. It did not in fact get me ripped.
Anyway, since I am a very nice person, during my travels, I bought a number of little trinkets made in China to give to my friends back home. I also bought two bottles of wine, two liter-bottles of beer and a split bottle of olive oil that cost more than my rent. My brother, being somewhat more indulgent and rich than I am, bought 13 liter-bottles of beer.
Part of my spoils. Take that, Hellbeast! (Read after jump for details.)
