George has always referred to this weekend as our Wild Wicked Weekend.
We just returned from WWW, and while I wouldn't characterize it as either wild OR wicked, I would definitely call it great!
First of all, George booked us at the Grand Hyatt. Thanks to a little discrepancy in his reservation, the Hyatt moved him from the 30th floor up to the 33rd floor. What that meant was anyone above the 30th floor had access to a hospitality suite where they served food and beverages from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m. For FREE! And because we were part of his party, we got to join in. Oh, and then they called to inform him that he would receive four vouchers for their breakfast buffet on the 36th floor, with a view of the whole city, by the way. What about his friends, he asked? Well, of course we would receive vouchers also. We found out the next morning as we ate our fabulous brunch that it was like a $35 value. Per person!
You gotta love "friends in high places"!But don't feel too sorry for us lowly people on the 30th floor, because this was the view from our room:
So Saturday we did all the touristy stuff. You know, stuff like riding the cable car:
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?
