San Francisco

I was going to write a cute and clever post about my time in San Francisco with my dear friend Natalie Whipple, but she went ahead and did the work for me. I second everything she said. So refer to this post for a report of my amazing time. And I will add that accompanying someone to the city where they based one of their books is almost as fun as visiting my own book cities. It's vicarious excitement.  (Plus, I have a vested interest in her book as well since I've read it so many times. I could see her characters as we walked through the city. It was so fun.)

Oh, and one more thing:

Dear San Francisco,

I love you. You are beautiful. Please lower your housing prices so I can afford to live in one of your colorful houses (preferably the purple one with blue trim). Also, please tell people not to honk at me so much when I'm driving. It's not my fault that other cars stop in front of me, put their hazards on, and get out of their car. (It may have been my fault when I pulled into the middle of the intersection, however, and had to wait there for three minutes because there was a car behind me and I couldn't back up. In my defense, I didn't realize it was a double intersection.) Please let me know when you have taken care of these two problems and I will grow out my bangs (I know you and bangs aren't friends) and pack.

Thanks,

Kasie