Actually making it to San Francisco, despite Traffic of Doooooom (TM)
Seeing a recently-moved-to-San-Francisco-from-NY friend I haven't seen in many, many moons (yay, modularformsboy!)
Dining at the lovely Stinking Rose, and still being surrounded by a cloud of garlic 12 hours later
By spur-of-the-moment consensus, attending a once-a-month dark wave 80s club night in San Francisco that turned out to be fabulous (yay, Siouxsie & the Banshees!), including lovely Czech Republic girls who will do silly impromptu pantomime with me to some of the gothier songs played
My lovely, lovely boy, who made sure I didn't pass out from sleep dep, did all the driving to and from the club and scored a rock-star quality parking spot right outside of it, organized the clubbing adventure in the first place, led the quest around parts of San Francisco despite being sleep-depped himself, danced the happy dancings with me for hours at the club, and who is the king of cuddlings and debating and adventures. I loves him, preeeeecious.