Marry your niece
Right. I’d like to sing along to “my bags are packed, I’m ready to go”, but I’m not. I just booked myself into a hotel room for the next week. Getting money changed was a chore – banks in Australia don’t really keep USD lying around, so a trip to the money changers in the city was immenent. What a perfect time for the AUD to be at its lowest as well, right?
This stayed in my browser without even a post. Oops. I’m in San Francisco now. So anyone in the area that wants to meet up, do drop me some e-mail. I’m near Union Square. Sitting in the Starbucks at the corner of Powell, getting free wireless. Looks like my daily grind might have to come from here – its 24 hours, so I’m hoping the free net access (though unreliable) will come.
Oh, so I got pulled over to secondary inspection at US immigration today. I’m a “frequenter” it seems. So they wanted to know what the heck I’m frequenting the US it seems. Told them, and they were satisfied. While waiting at secondary, there was another bloke on the same flight as me (from Sydney, though), who got us all laughing. His reason for coming to America? He was going to marry his niece. At least now I know even the immigration droids have a sense of humor.
Oh, caught Ocean’s Twelve and Millon Dollar Baby. Former was good, latter was rather, oh well, I’m not into boxing.
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