I’m really freaking busy right now. I found my first grey hair, and I am behind on 3 or 4 deadlines. Instead of attacking the problem, I find myself dreaming of tropical beaches, colada in hand. Hawaii would do fine.
This weekend, the The 10th Annual San Francisco Aloha Festival is taking place in the Presidio. Go eat some roast pig, and listen to some ukulele. Don’t forget your sweatshirt, though, brah. This is still SF.