a SF weekend, for no reason. which, of course, is the best reason.

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tim seems to know that every once in awhile

it's important to drag me away from routine,

that even a few days out of my comfort zone

revives,

inspires,

makes things click again.

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so,

in may,

a jaunt to san francisco.

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by now, if you haven't figured out that virgin america is the ONLY airline

worth flying

(in other words, you don't feel like you're crammed on a bus with a chicken coop)

you're missin'.

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and their new sfo terminal?

have you ever seen an airline terminal that looks like this?

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it makes dressing up for a flight worthwhile again.

really.

it does.

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plus,

any excuse for white luggage.

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the city was alight that weekend.

crisp, bright, flawless.

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we did the retail rounds.

leather corset by jean paul gaultier from his last collection for the house

in the window of hermes?

schematic for a PEGASUS?

check:

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vintage jewelry on sutter street,

and the jewel of a menswear store, 

THE ARCHIVE?

check:

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can i tell you how much i love the archive?

i would wear every single damn thing they pick out that's how much.

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brunch at absinthe

for french 75s and the best burger in town?

oui.

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pick up green roses

and meet evie and her new beau, john?

of course.

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best part?

telling "big O"

that she gets to come home soon:

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