How to make me hate you on a red eye flight:

-Snore.
-Gather the impression that your share of the armrest includes my hip.
-Yammer on about the wedding you just came from including criticizing how the planner was unaware which side of the aisle the bride was to walk down in earth shattering tones and detail.
-Charge $10 each for blanket and pillow.
-Snore.
-Exhibit standard DC service practices.
-Show up at the wrong airport even though I've given you a printed copy of my itinerary.
-SNORE!!!

actually, the flight wasn't bad. I was simply rather predictably tired and cranky. The weekend in NorCal was fun, though I'm reminded that Sacramento is (to steal a line from Gentry) the suck. Davis was beautiful as ever, and after the initial wonderment at how much had changed I was even more struck by how much was exactly the same. To my great joy, Ducks Descending a Stair still resides in the front lobby at Shields. I got my fair share of Mexican food as well. It's funny how a year away from anything remotely decent can make even really average Mexican seem like the best thing ever.