Lord, I was born a travelin' man...

# Hours awake - 2 (technically, didn't sleep well)
# Cups of coffee - 2 (Kona, mmmmmm)
# Miles traveled - 437 (699.2 Kilometers)

So, I'm in the back of a Jag in Santa Barbara...well, not really...not anymore. I was in the back of a Jag when I started writing this and it occurred to me that the odds were pretty good that I would never be able to make that statement ever again. In fact, I'm not even in Santa Barbara anymore which is kind of a bummer 'cause I had hoped to write something from there. I should be home now but I'm not. Instead of heading back south to La La Land I went north and just five short hours later I was in San Francisco; home of trolly cars and rice-a-roni. Just on a side note, I'm laying 1000 to 1 odds that I neither see nor hear anything even remotely connected to rice-a-roni during my stay here. 10 to 1 on the trolleys.

So why am I here? Good question. One that will no doubt be troubling scholars for years to come. I guess that you get moments in your life when you're given a choice of taking a right or a left and every once in a while you should switch it up. So I figured I'd keep a travelin' diary to keep you all posted as to my whereabouts.

SANTA BARBARA: Met up with an old friend whose significant other went to culinary school in town. Naturally, all of his friends are head chefs at the restaurants there so can you say 1000 dollar meal for 200? Can you say 200 dollar bottles of wine to accompany the greatest filet and fois gras I've ever even dreamt about? I knew that you could. I seriously considered never eating again as I had tasted the best the world could offer...then I realized that was stupid and I had an In and Out burger... it was good.

SAN FRANCISCO: Jury still out. I have a whole day planned which I'm not taking advantage of because I'm telling you people about my weekend. God you're all so collectively needy! So I should run cause I need to shave but I'll be back not only to talk about San Fran but I also have a rant about Chili...trust me, you don't want to miss it.