Try to ignore the fact that my boots don't match. I didn't want to bring another pair of boots. Lame.
Monday, Shannon and I had an extra day in San Francisco without the worries and time constraints of a conference. The sun was out, the cold was lying low, and I'm fairly certain birds were singing. It was a perfect day to meet up with a couple of our fellow Bookanistas: Cory Jackson and Veronica Rossi. Duuuuuude, it was the shiz. Veronica and I discovered we had a ton in common, down to where we'd lived as children. I'm pretty sure she's my California twin. Actually, her laugh is a little like mine, too (I may be making this up. I'm not sure. But let's say it is. Clone, I tell you. CLONE). She's got a smile that never ends and a heart just as big. Cory was so fun, so vivacious and full of joy. You won't meet a kinder person. Plus, she had this Kate Spade bag with this typewriter lettering on the outside that made me drool. I'm not even a bag and shoes sort of person! Okay, I am.
After lunch, Cory gave Shannon and me a tour of San Francisco that led us straight to sugar, my very favorite thing in the whole world.
We also got to see where Cory's asthma doctor was. And where Francis Ford Coppola lives. Unless I'm mistaken, I think they are the same person.
The green building is the important one.
Oh, also, this thing. I can't remember the name. But it's not very famous, I don't think.
And, uh, this.
Yes, that's what you think it is.
And this untimely bit of advertising
We had so much fun, and by the end of the day, my face hurt from smiling so much.
I was very sad that Veronica wasn't able to accompany us on the tour of the city (and that Heather had to leave the night before). But next time! Next time. Or you guys can come to Indianapolis. We'll eat corn and stalk John Green together.
Seriously though, it's always a little scary to meet up with online friends. Not only might you discover that twenty-three-year-old Betty is actually fifty-two year old Bubba with a beer gut and a roll of duct tape, but WORSE you might discover they don't LIKE YOU. That's the fear, anyway. But Heather, Shannon, Cory, and Veronica? Dang, I wish they were neighbors. We'd throw a kickass block party. Especially if one of us stuck a robot on our lawns.