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This past Friday I hopped a flight to SFO to meet Ryan for a lavish tour of Virgin America’s new A320. I’ve never seen a plane seat so fresh as these, which I suppose can be attributed to the Department of Transportation not allowing Virgin America to operate apparently on account of their minority foreign investment. It’s really disappointing to see how far-reaching our national ignorance really is, though I have faith in the superior travel experience these cats can provide; The market will sort them out.

After a glorious In-N-Out burger with Ryan, I headed south for some catch up with the hometown crew. Monzel, Rini, and I spent an evening flying Target-bought remote control aircraft in the Stanford mall parking lot. It felt good to get up to a bit of the old juvenile nonsense.

The rest of the weekend was a bit blurry, with a quick trip to Ameoba Music with Dan where I bought a proper feast for my ears. Saturday night I through my old house, which will be scraped off the planet early next month. I stood in the street choking up for a few minutes, the realization that I’ll never see ‘my home’ again weighing heavier than I had anticipated.

Sunday I interviewed Ryan for some personal profiles I’m producing for channel 10, and then wrapped up my time with dinner at Los Charros (where I caught my parents, who apparently have been going there as often as I used to). I got to the airport early, though ultimately that proved foolish, as I went to the wrong one.

Monzel was kind enough to come get me and deposit me on his couch for the evening, before getting me on the first flight out Monday, just under the wire I might add. All in all it was one of the most exciting weekends on record, despite spending every night on a different couch.