You know how you go on vacation and survive, despite your crippling internet addiction? You don’t check blogs for days (554 unread Google Reader items later) and although you still read your Twitter (how could you NOT!?!), you still feel like you missed a bunch of stuff.

But. . . it was kind of nice. You were outside. You were with friends. You ate at amazing restaurants. You dressed up in bad wigs and Drag Queen make-up. You walked around the most fun place in San Francisco (The Castro) and realized that you are very blessed.

So, you come home and the thought of blogging again seems daunting. Despite your record breaking twittering during your vacation, you barely have anything tweet worthy to say now. And it’s still kind of nice.

I could go on and on and tell stories from San Francisco. The thing is, I can’t do it justice. I can’t recreate our time here. I am not that good a writer. We had an amazing time. I enjoyed my friends and boyfriend throughly. I felt so lucky that I live a life in which I can pick up for 3 days in the middle of the week to fly to San Francisco to attend the Kylie Minogue concert (which was EPIC). I have a very good life.

I didn’t take pictures. I actually suck at taking pictures. It’s just not a skill I possess. Therefore, I usually let Heidi take pics and then I steal them to share with the world. Tim took pics too. As soon as I collect them, I’ll post them, because pictures say it better than I could.

What a wonderful life.

The Castro, in front of Harvey Milk's shop (see my paparazzi in the window)