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“San Francisco”

Ladies and gents,

I just got back from a quick jaunt to San Francisco. I decided I needed to hone my social media skills, as I’ve resigned myself to the fact that we are living in a new age. So where better to learn how to Tweet, Instagram, and Facebook than in the land where all that nonsense is dreamt up. So I devoted my entire 48 hour itinerary to meetings with the brainiest brains in tech, and couldn’t wait to get back to tell you about all the wonderful things I learned. But, alas, I can’t. You see the entire tech world is secretive, and every reception area has an iPad waiting for visitors with a lengthy non-disclosure agreement they make you sign upon entry. I haven’t signed anything so binding since Woody Allen let me read the script to Husbands and Wives during production! So all I will say is this: Tweets can be no longer than 140 characters. Can you believe that? In my line of work we get paid by the word, and 140 characters ain’t gonna pay the rent! I’m sticking to old media.

Here’s what I’m permitted to tell you:

I caught a performance of Newsies at the Orpheum Theatre and am happy to say the touring production has all the high energy fun you fell in love with on Broadway. The crowd ate it up! The tour heads to Las Vegas next.

The chicken for two at Zuni is as good as ever. Pair it with a local Cali chardonnay. You won’t regret it.

Stay at The Battery – a private club with sumptuously appointed rooms in a sort of sanitized industrial chic motif. Guests are treated like members, and have access to the entire property, including a wonderfully serene spa. The common areas are quiet during the day, but get quite busy after business hours, so if you want to dine there be sure to book in advance.

Tidbits from around town…

Watched Joel Grey bring down the house with an impromptu rendition of “Willkommen” at Jewish Home Lifecare’s Eight Over Eighty event.

Caught Carole Shorenstein Hays literally laying down in traffic outside the Curran Theatre, showing off what she called “the people’s red carpet” (or, what’s known to the rest of San Francisco as “the bus lane”).

Spotted Colin Powell traveling alone – like the private citizen he is – on an overnight United flight from San Francisco to New York. “Mr. Secretary, I bet you miss those government aircrafts,” I whispered across the aisle. “Actually, I traveled on the same aircraft as this. A Boeing 757-200. But, you know, I had my own bedroom so it was a little more comfortable for overnight hauls.” I bet it was.

As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!