After only getting 5 hours of sleep at the Hilton and apparently I watched a movie with Mikey (Why did I drink at Molton Brown?) We made the short walk through terminal four and took the Heathrow express accross to Terminal 3 to check in. We tried our best to use miles to upgrade but they would only let me as Mikeys ticket was a free companion ticket. I bit my lip and decided I could make do in Premium Economy over Upper Class this one time. After all, we were sitting on the upper Deck.
We had this cute gay trolly dolly called Nick looking after us who's boyfriend, a real muscle mary was sat in the front row. We both thought he was rather cute till he got up and walked to the bathroom. He had more mince than Sainsburys. Was cute though. He even bought about 3 pairs of shoes for the flight? Why?
The flight was slightly delayed but we caught up for it on the flight. Mikey and I managed a nap and watched 4 movies each. We saw the Devil wears prada (so funny), The Al Gore Documentary "An Unfortunate Truth", Poisedon ( I really shouldnt watch a movie about a ship sinking at present" and The Queen plus some Catherine Tate. Movies on demand are the greatest thing they invented on a plane.
San Francisco International airport was almost disserted as it was Thanksgiving so within one hour of landing we had cleared Immigration, Customs and were sat in our rental car. How we managed to find our way to Eds with direction in 15 minutes I don't know.
Ed greeted us with his tradional shout of "EDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" and the house smelled of freshly baked Pumpkin Pie and 20 lbs of Turkey that was still cooking in the oven.
At around 6PM we made the short drive over to Twin Peaks where Ed's friend Thomas lives. I met Thomas last year while dining at Neinum Marcus Rotanda. Oh my Gay God. You would not believe the view as he had floor to ceiling glass on the hill directly above the city (I will try and publish picture). We gorged on Turkey, Stuffing, Beef, Cranberry, Pumpkin Pie and way to much alcohol. Though I think I have taste for Kir Royale (Except he made them with Chambord which even more fabulous! Lucky Bitches).
As 9PM came around what with the 8 hour time difference, Jet Lag and alcohol got the better of us and we made our way back (someone else was thankfully driving) and crashed out at 930 PM. I thought someone said it was always 65 Degrees in San Francisco. Well somebody lied. Even Ed said I wouldnt need a coat. A thermal jacket would be more suitable and only this morning did we realise that there was a second Duvet at the end of the bed and we had shivered under the thin summer one all night.
Its a gorgous sunny morning in San Francisco so time to go and explore the bay and stop at some place that sells gloves, scarf & hat.
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