Amy Meets America: Home Sweet Home

Woah.  Well, I’m back – much lighter in the wallet but much, much richer nonetheless.   Oh, too cheesy?  Sorry, I’ll stop.

The last couple of days in America were a whirlwind of travel, crab, and copious amounts of alcohol.  Rickhouse in San Francisco make a damn fine Old Fashioned.  They come with complementary hangovers, too – so you get plenty of bang for your buck.

We ate and drank a lot.

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And – a fact that I’m not proud of – my last day in America was spent extremely hungover, gorging on a Big Mac (the ultimate hangover cure), and incorrectly referring to Alcatraz as “Alakazam” and “Azkaban“.  After the boozy night prior, I was unable to actually make it to the ferry out to Alcatraz.  This makes me (and my $50 pre-paid ticket) mighty sad.

I’ve been home for a couple of days now and the last month (and limited sleep on the plane) is catching up with me.  No run yet, but I’ve managed to go out for every meal and hang out with friends at the beach on a very sunny day here in Wellington.

That, I think, is the epitome of success. Or maybe tied for first place with a nap. IMG_1998Work tomorrow!