Last week, post royal wedding bash, I went to San Francisco to visit my boyfriend husband. He’s out at Stanford setting up his worm machine. Really. A worm sorter, technically speaking. Well, two weeks later, I’ve been back on the east coast all grumps because he’s still out there and doesn’t get back until the end of the week. Harumph! Apparently worm sorter machine set-up is trickier than you’d imagine (if you are in fact imagining such a thing).

We did have five lovely days together- my first in California! Once I got the public transportation down (Caltrain, Bart, and most confusingly the Muni), San Francisco and I became great friends, just as I knew we always would.

Helloooo delicious foods:

Spotted one of my favorite pieces at the SFMoMA! It’s called Lick and Lather (chocolate and soap self-portrait busts that the artist ate and washed with, respectively):

Our hotel in Palo Alto had an old telephone booth in it. I had to sit in it and pretend I was (a less chic) Audrey Hepburn in “Charade.”

Matt and I might be moving out west in the not-too distant future, and I loved my first glimpse of California. Next month is my first ever visit to L.A. and I’m tres excited, though I expect to feel a little fish-out-of-water-y. I think in my case you can take the girl out of the east coast, but you can’t take the east coast out of the girl (certainly not after 27 years of indelible Atlantic winds making their mark, huh?).