But don't feel too sorry for us lowly people on the 30th floor, because this was the view from our room:
Eating ice cream at Ghirardelli Square:
Inserting yourself into other people's bridal photos:
Helping someone you have never met purchase their first violin (actually Jessie and Valerie's second cousin but WE had never met him--so this was probably kinda weird for him...):
And having your picture taken with some weird S&M-looking male version of Hello Kitty (in Macy's--just in case you thought I veered off on my own wild/wicked adventure):
And seeing Wicked? Fabulous! Even if you don't like the Wizard of Oz (and you can count Mark in that category for sure!). As the prequel to the Wizard of Oz, it poses an interesting question: Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? Any thoughts on that?