This is the part of the trip where Brad becomes very very tired due to a combination of jet-lag and partying.



The flight to SF was pretty good. On the way over I think I was over come with a little bit of air rage. I was sandwiched in the middle seat and really had no space but thankful that the people beside me where small so I could spill over a little bit. The air rage set in a little later when the ass in front of me reclined after turning around to see if there was space to do so. It instantaneously infuriated me and I wanted to rip his hair plugs out. The only other humerous event was just after take-off the lady beside me was franticly looking for something in the seat and theran to the back of the plane. When she came back I offered my barf bag but she didn't want it. She was only looking for her glasses.



After landing in SF at 10 I went to my brothers place which I still think smells like the Crackhouse (Mmmm, baked mouse turd. my brother doesn't agree though) and we headed out for a club at 12 and were back by 2 but that was really 5 in the morning for me which was rather tiring. The club was playing house music and the lights were cool. It felt like we were floating. The funny thing was everyone on the dance floor was facing in only one direction. They were all facing the DJ which I am not used to but it makes sense. When you see live music you don't put your back to the band.



Today we went to Napa Valley for touristy wine tasting, hitting the Coppola winery which was nice but had more movie displays to look at than winery things.



P.S. I hate it when sunburns start to peel. it is messy.