I didn't sleep for 27 hours solid.
Arrived San Francisco, hit it hard - with the catalytic sentence being "From now on, I will only drink champagne..".
Five hundred dollars later, a group of us were hosting a room party and drinking the good stuff and dancing on the bed to Outkast's (?) Greatest Hits.
When you make 3am decisions at 7pm (jetlag), then anything can happen really.
I gotta say, a champagne hangover is fucking horrible. Balls.
Went shopping in San Francisco with the rest of the girls, with the shakes and sunnies on inside, and ate organic food at the harbour.
So far so good.