I left my heart in San Francisco

Next weeked I am going to San Francisco. My Dad, my Mom, Clarke, Aliesha, and Meridith are all going as well. Dad and Clarke are going to some sort of convention while the girls get to go sightseeing and shopping.

I'm excited because I get to hang out with Aliesha and because I haven't been to San Fran since I was 6-months-old.

I don't even know what kind of shopping I can do there. Not like I have a ton of money for shopping anyway, I'm still doing my last-minute attempts to afford a plane ticket to NYC with Richard next week. It is times like these that I need wealthy men fawning over me, wishing to fulfill all my monetary desires. Hahaha!

I wonder if I can get a Kate Spade knockoff bag there... Hmmmm.

I am anti-seafood. I think always going to cities on the coast is a conspiracy on my mothers part. Fishermans Wharf? What the heck? How about Potato Farmers Hangout? Let's go there. To heck with fish places like Baltimore and San Francisco, lets hit somewhere pasta-y like Italy or potato-y like Ireland!

Meridith: "What are you going to do in San Francisco?"
Susannah: "Find a safe, clean spot to leave my heart."