I lost my head in San Francisco

The worst part about renovating a house and moving are the things that get put on the back burner for an embarrassing amount of time. Things that would normally be very important to you, by default, have to become less important. One of those back burner things was uploading my photos from my San Francisco trip back in March. I went for a work conference, but then ended up staying an extra week because Cali is my jam. My mom flew up and we had an amazing time exploring the city, drinking ourselves silly in Sonoma and stuffing our faces in Yountville. No matter where I go, California is a great time. It's one of those places that just feeds my soul. Every time I'm there, I feel like this:

I'm so proud to be a Texan, but California is magic. The sun is (mostly) always shining, the weather is always warm (or just the right amount of cool) and don't even get me started on the landscape. If LA doesn't suit, drive to Orange County. If San Francisco is too rainy, drive to Healdsburg. If you're sick of the hills and plants, drive to the desert. If you're sick of driving, go hiking. Or surfing. Or just lay in the sand and take a nap. And in case you were wondering (and because I base many of my life decisions and core beliefs on rap songs), I can assure you that California really does know how to party.

Hope you enjoy these photos of the San Francisco & Alcatraz portion of my trip!

(Pro tip: aside from the fact that taking photos with your iPad looks dumb--the picture quality is terrible. Just use your phones, guys.)

The view from my room at the Fairmont. The hotel gods smiled upon me and granted me a room on the 19th floor. It was glorious.

More to come!