Where's Queenan?

Alright y'all, here's your clues... I'm in city whose skyline is filled with buildings and whose streets are filled with culture and bums. But before you go screaming Manhattan, know that this city has more Walgreens than New York City Starbucks, and more hills than the Appalachian Trail.


That's right folks, I'm in San Francisco!!!

Really this is a luuurvely town, and I am just having a ball...well despite the facts that I have to stand in a department store all day trying to sell overpriced stuff to ridiculously rich folks and that my Sweetpotato is on the other side of the country all alone with only the company of a very bad dog.

This town is really quite nice but I'll tell you, something has got to be done about these hills! I mean can't they get a bulldozer out here and level this place off? Everyone here seems to think it's part of the charm but honey, let me tell you, heels and hills DO NOT mix! I'm trudging all over this damn city just trying not to break my ankle and it's a damn good thing those trolley things move about 4 miles an hour or I'd be a dead woman.

So far, just as you'd expect, I've eaten sushi two nights in a row and basically conversed with only folks of Asian descent, all of which have been lovely. Tomorrow I plan on eating Rice-A-Roni with a group of homosexuals, thereby fulfilling every stereotype I could possible handle in one trip.

Of course, in my rush to pack my flatiron and seal my liquids in a clear quart bag, I forgot to bring my camera, which is really a shame cause I'd love to show you how Queenan rolls on the west coast. But then I realized it'd be the same as She rolls on the east coast - on a two-wheeled suitcase that fits in the overhead bin! Look honey, I fly coach, it's all I can do to get my freakin bag on the plane, let alone in the main cabin.

So y'all stay tuned for more from the Where's Queenan series...so many un-fabulous places to see, so little time;-)