La Vie en Rosso

Joanna, Curt and their battalion of cameras visited San Francisco this weekend. We played the part of excited tourists and made as many Full House references as possible. I miss Luz already.

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Adjusting to power-suit, carry-your-heels-in-a-bag-and-put 'em-on-at-work San Francisco style has been a challenge for me. I'm no mess, but Comfort is high on my list of priorities nestled in between Being a Loyal Friend and Eating Meat.

So when I went shopping on Haight and found a cheap dress that could ALSO work for work, I was really excited. I wore it with thick gray stockings (obviously) and flats.

Halfway through the day I was approached by one of the older women at work. She suggested I wear pants underneath my dress next time or maybe even, "one of those cute legging things that are so popular nowadays". I couldn't tell if I was embarassed that she thought I was trying to flaunt the cooch or offended that she was giving me style tips. (She wears bongo brand platform slippers!!)

I went home, dusted my mirror and really gave this issue some serious consideration.



Upon closer inspection, and a lot of bending over, I realized that the dress is INDEED too short.



Lesson: What is good for ventilation isn't always good for reputation.

MUSINGS

Ridiculous things Norcal people say:

"I would've never bought my SUV had it not been a hybrid"

"Joseph Schmidt makes acceptable truffles but everything else is so pedestrian"

"It might be overcast but this weather makes for exquisite photographs"

"I don't drive"

Karen's Gone :(

Karen has gone back to the SGV for now, but I know she'll be back soon. As forecasted by my horoscope, we had a fantastic time. I could get into what we did but instead I'm going to make vague inside jokes to make you feel left out:

Man, I hope israeli zach and Emile (a true scholar!) hit us up. holler!

Thanks for teaching me all about plastic > cardboard, I'm a changed woman.

Let the mocassin be your guide!

The A's ain't got nothin' on the Dodgers. The elephant guy is pretty cute though.

East Bay Lost

As much as I love San Francisco, I can't see myself ever moving there. Makeshift trashcan urinals aside, I just don't like the car situation. Maybe I'm being picky but I don't like having to circle a block for 15 minutes only to park at a spot that some homeless guy CLAIMS to have been saving for me -- now he wants a tip.

The funny thing is, whenever people come to visit, we spend most of our time in San Francisco. I guess staking out the Monterrey Market in hopes of a Michael Wild siting doesn't really scream "I'm on fucking vacation!"

Karen's visit to the Yay required a good balance of tit and tat, meaning sf and east bay, respectively. We did the hipster Mission thing one day and reserved the following day for supa'nasty oakland dancing. Fine, I may not be in the know as far what the hot shit is in the east bay but I'm not completely clueless either. The place we went had the potential of getting the job done had the crowd not been:

a) uggly as shit
b) subpar dancers - patrons of color, you disappoint me the most
c) accepting of the fucking awful DJ who played NELLY. N-E-L-L-Y!

The good thing is the drinks were strong. At the end of the night I couldn't even change into my jammies. But I pulled it together enough to make ravioli and cookies for Karen and I.

KAREN'S COMING! KAREN'S COMING!

Picking her up within the hour!!!

Tiny San Francisco!!

I flew home last weekend to attend a good friend's wedding (its happening all over the place isn't it??) The only available flights were the butt mother earliest ones. I ended up waking up late, skipping the shower I desperately needed and barely brushing my teeth on my way out.

I parked in the "Economy Lot" ($15.00 a day!!) jumped on the shuttle and was nearing the terminal when I realized I had left my suitcase in the car. I rushed back, then rushed to the airport, lost my new hat in the process, but made it to my flight in time.

My weekend was great -- with the exception of a tummy ache caused by a king taco burrito. I can't blame KT though. I would make me gurgly and gassy too if I had forsaken me.

Here are some pictures from the plane. I work in one of those buildings in the middle.

Trashcan't believe my eyes

In the two weeks I've worked in the city I've seen a record number of men, mostly homeless types, peeing in trashcans. I was COMPLETELY shocked the first time I saw it happening because it was broad daylight and his aim was very poor. There was no attempt to hide what he was doing and he wasn't the least bit startled that I was watching him.

What I thought was interesting was how committed he was about getting the pee INSIDE the trashcan. Sure, he was relieving himself in the middle of the street with children and virgins and hungry dogs around but he was careful not to spill on the floor. Peeing outside a trashcan is so uncouth! That's what separates man from beast, you know.

Then again, I've been known to pee my christmas dress so I'm not one to talk. Damn musical chairs and the laughter it caused!!!

WAAARRIORS!

I hate to admit it, but sports are kinda fun. Especially when an entire town bands together in support of the local underdogs that are pitted against the (so called) #1 team in the country. --eff you charles barkley--

Just when I thought my sports mania couldn't get any worse, I went to an A's game and sat in a box seat. New Job hooked it up. Let me tell you something....its much better in the shade. I sipped cool water and sat in a cushioned seat and thanked my lucky stars I wasn't down with the scary, angry people. A's kicked ass so the crowd wasn't angry for long.

I guess the next logical progression is the... *gulp*...raiders. I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. Good thing I have a couple of months to prepare.