Day 38: Sad, Sad Return to the East Coast

Our monthly clean out night.

Danielle will miss her baby ghost which haunted her bedroom each night at approximately 3am.

The deserted cupcake box.

In the SFO aeropuerto awaiting our worst enemy- the US Airway plane coming to swoop us up. We cannot turn back now :(

Jaclyn is very enthused about her first time gambling [in the Las Vegas airport, might we add].

Happy Pills = Happy Danielle

Our second plane pulled up at approximately 9:30 am.

Setting sail on a beautiful Vegas morning in the clear, warm air.

Now we are entering the choppy, stormy skies. Turbulence, bring it on!

Fewf! Above the storm clouds and on the verge of beginning our three hour nap.

Jaclyn wedged between her boisterous flying partner to the left, and her easygoing work partner, Danielle, taking the photo of this mystical memory on her right.

The two magic words "San Francisco" that Jaclyn's spotted in her month-long novel reading.

We were charged $7.00 for this fruit & cheese platter, in the place of two other turkey sandwhich options we would have chosen if they were not sold out already.

Day 37: S&L 6

Directions for our daily errand run. We know what you're thinking and yes, we did get lost one (or two) times.

We adored the architectural aesthetics of the buildings that surrounding we each day we left we's apartment.

Samba girl! As we arrived at Laurie's house to pick up a package to deliver, Laurie's dog Samba abruptly sprinted from the house to the car, hoped into the open trunk, proceeded to leap over the backseat where she ended up patiently sitting in the front passengers' seat claiming shotgun.

The palm trees were quite pleasant to look at. We are looking into importing some palm trees ourselves to harvest several of our own right here in Newark, Delaware.

Flax = the greatest art warehouse that any one visual communications major could dream of.

Carey, Maura, Rob/Ron, Tim, Michelle, Donovan, Aaron, Danielle, Jaclyn , Barb, Sotoko, Dorsie, and Roy.

Day 36: Our Depression Sets In...Our Days are Limited.

Getting ready to embark on yet another journey to the Mission District on SuperBowl Sunday, since we's prior plans quickly evaporated.

Danielle compiled many self portraits as Jaclyn was unable to fully satiate Danielle's fervent requests for her personal paparazzi.

Empty kitchen :( after we cleaned her up to prepare for we's departure.

We would like to entitle this masterpiece "Reflection."

Symbolizing our month-long journey to lead we to where we are.

We's collective shrine.

The cute little leftover wine nuggets.

Cloud coverage: 0%

Chance of precipitation: 0%

Tan Index: 10

Temperature: 73F

Bloody Marys + Mexican Restaurant + Mariachi serenade = our Superbowl Sunday.

Jaclyn's childhood ghost returned in the form of this little girl.

Quite a pleasant over-the-shoulder addition to we's dining experience.

Couldn't have said it better weselves.

Day 35: Final Destination: Fisherman's Wharf

The Farmers Flea Market on 24th Street. Delicious vegetables, fruits, and breads were sold by kind and generous people from different parts. A very scary and intimidating concept for Mr. Andrews to put his trust in.

Another flea market set up on the Embarcadero, which began the best day of our lives.

Nice fellow's hands who wove and sold this "friendship" jewelry... We could not resist purchasing a few of these gorgeous yarn bracelets in order to seal our friendship and ensure that it will last until the day we die, or when we lose the bracelet after it breaks.

You know Jaclyn, in certain countries, this could be mistaken as a legitimate marital ceremony where you and Mr. Brown Jacket Man would be bound for life. You as his woman, he as your man.

One of the Piers at the Wharf.

Motorcycle stunt men behaving dangerously in front of a large, nervous crowd.

The less fortunate sibling in the Oscar Statue family doing a robotic dance for a pretty penny.

The Family-from-London's Circus stunts which took place on the sidewalk of the Embarcadero. We could not take our eyes off of these intriguing hunks who were armed with sexy accents and a unicycle.

He saw me zooming in for a close up shot of his uncanny Heath Ledger resemblance. So he smiled. The sort of smile that makes we melt, accentuated by the long, waving ponytail that trickled down his muscular back.

Brother and [future-]Sister[-in-law] teamwork.

Embarcadero cable car.

Spray paint artist in his cubicle of creation.

Shall we? Shan't we? We did. Two new rings for each of we.

Puttin' on some extra lbs at Johnny Rockets. Simply preparing our body fat for our hibernation in the East coast blizzards.

Never again shall we fall for the evil Mr. Rockets' greasy temptations.