Marcus town

I miraculously made all my flights into SFO, via Chicago-ORD and Sacramento-SMF. However, one of my bags got left behind in Chicago - hopefully it will be delivered today. It's not yet 9 am, I've been up for 2.5 hours after maybe 3 hours of sleep. I feel wide awake. This all of course is a clear sign of jet lag, as I wait for everyone else to wake up and get started on the day.

I have access to my cell phone - which is quite exciting - one of the first things I did was message people. My phone still says, "I need to be held" each time a text comes in. This is courtesy of Peter. He also set my voicemail message a few years ago. This was removed immediately after an incident on an airplane. We had just landed and were allowed to turn them on. The whole plane was dead silent and I turned red when Peter's voice shouted out, "SPANK ME! SPANK ME!" When I explained to the woman next to me that my friend often steals cell phones and changes the ring tone, she laughed. I'm not sure that the rest of the plane heard the explanation. It was a bit much for me, so I ended up deleting it, keeping only the tamer of the recordings. But I have a very clear memory of it. Another one he did was, "Touch my bottom!" I don't know where he comes up with these.