A trip to Foster City

I went down to Foster City, California, this week for work. I have to say it was a pretty boring trip. Usually we all go out somewhere interesting for dinner, but this time the energy never manifested and we settled for cocktails and hors d'oeuvres in the hotel bar. The committee meeting I staffed was kind of boring, too. But Melina and Jeff had fun while I was gone, and Melina got to see lots of planes at the airport. The big ones are called "Mama planes." I guess that means the little ones are baby planes. I was glad to come home.