Aw Crap

I owe you guys TWO picture posts now, one for Disney and one for the apartment (yes, still). In my defense, my camera broke so I can't upload my pictures yet. Also, my shelf isn't mounted yet, so I'm still only about 80% moved in, and I want to be able to show you all the 100% awesome glory of it all.

That is all I have for you today. I started work at 6:30am Pacific Time today, and now I'm sitting in bed watching "Broken English" and waiting to fall asleep. My Halloween costume is hanging over my closet door (even MORE pictures), there's a big party on Friday I'm looking forward to, and CAITLIN will be here in barely over 2 weeks (I think we're at 16 days). My brain is also in overdrive, and has been for the past week or so, so maybe you'll all get lucky and be privy to any mental catastrophe I unleash on this thing.

I also owe a lot of people emails and phone calls. Coming soon, I promise.

A Teaser...

To my Disney adventure picture post!

Yes, that's Tinkerbell, and we're all surprised and excited to see her.

Also, "The Hills According to Me" might actually be somewhat more ridiculous than the actual show. Please see:



Okay, pictures and life updates coming soon!

Personal Conversations on the Bus

To my great delight, my bus line is filled to the brim with people who love speaking loudly about their personal lives on the bus ride home.

Recent examples:

#1. Hipster girl who decides to tell her supposedly ignorant friend all about Sarah Palin's horrifying track record and why McCain is the devil. Newsflash: You're in San Francisco. Unless your friend is living under a rock and/or in the middle of Ohio, spare us all your sure-to-be profound insights on the current political system. Or just save it for when you get home.

#2. Same bus ride as before. Phone rings, guy answers by saying "Sorry dude, I'm on a crowded bus so I can't really talk," and then launching into a 15 minute story about how his house got robbed, his computer is gone, but they found the guy who stole his bike because he was "trying to sell it in a shady way by Civic Center" and that the discovery of said bike "really cracked the case in a bunch of robberies by [his] house. We're talking 7 or 8. And that's not 7 or 8 in the whole city, that's like, 7 or 8 in just a few blocks of me, but the bike's still with CSI so it'll be a while before [he] gets it back." Listen bud, everyone on the bus is listening, and everyone is wondering how you can sound so pompous while talking about getting robbed. Oh, and 7 or 8 robberies in a city the size of San Francisco over a period of about 2 weeks would be miraculous.

#3. Today's bus ride home. West Coast version of Jappy girl talking on the phone about how she's just setting all these lofty artistic goals for herself, but really, she just found a job and apartment, and she wants a routine, but when she really thinks about it, wants to learn a couple more languages so that she doesn't have to live in the US, and these are all the humanitarian crises in Asia, but she'd really love to travel to S. America..definitely Chile and Argentina, maybe Peru, and a little Latin American spice with some Ecuador thrown in. Fist meet face.

#4. Also on today's bus ride (apparently obnoxious talkers come in two's). This girl was talking so loudly I'm sure the bus driver heard her all the way from her back seat. This is one of those loud, grating voices that you really can't help but listen to, and one this particular occasion she was sharing how her roommate might get fired, but she (the talker) is working full-time, and now that she's working never has any free time (HA), and, "not to be selfish", but she bought the TV and if her roommates (who are apparently pink-slipped freeloaders) watch it when she can't, well, is that really fair?

Ah, the voices of the city.

In other news, this past weekend was awesome. Roller derby might be the most ridiculous thing ever, and unfortunately is as staged and fixed as the WWE. On our quest to get tickets early we actually talked to one of the guys on the Brooklyn team, who asked Adam what size his feet were to recruit him on the team, made us poke at his muscles, told us about how he started an 18-person fight, and guess what his other job is? (Cue him grabbing his enormous belt buckle) He's a bull rider. Bare back, baby.

Anyways, roller derby = hilarity. One of the women looked like my grandma. No, really.

Sunday was spent at the (horse) races. SO AMAZING. I won $75 but ended up breaking even after adding up what I put in to bet at the start plus beers, food, and parking. In one race I actually picked the 1-2 combination, but foolishly didn't bet on the combination itself (think about it...there you go). If I had, I'd have made about $400. That's the "FUCK" of the weekend. And Adam, the birthday boy, broke even by betting on Flightly Girl, horse #9 in the 9th race at 9:1 odds. I'm not sure if that was intentional or a coincidence, but it paid off (and out).

Annnnd now it's back to the grind for another week. Oh, and for those of you who care, I'm feeling 100% better after Mono-Fest 2008. OH. One more thing. See ya'll at Alumni Weekend, betches.

Picture Post #2 - Work Fun Day in Golden Gate Park...On Segways

So my work took another fun day, this time going to lunch at a tapas place and then taking a 3 hour Segway tour in Golden Gate Park. It was hilarious. I almost fell twice, and one time my boss BIT IT. I laughed, then pretended to be concerned, then kept laughing. I was also a big fan of spinning in a circle, as Segways have a zero turning radius. This led to a lot of nausea and not really paying attention to what our tour guide was saying (which, in retrospect, probably contributed to my almost falling and not listening to the safety instructions). But it was still awesome. Now I get why all those tools commute on them.

Anyways, on to pictures!

Segways, resting.


Two of my coworkers:


Who's got two thumbs and is a nerd? THIS GIRL!



My office.....my whole office.



And just because it's pretty, one of the dahlias in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate.


One more picture post to go....the new house! Expect that in the coming days.

Picture Post #1 - Mom Comes to Visit

The view of the beach from the wharf in Santa Cruz.


Snuggling seals underneath the pier.


Our very adorable bed & breakfast room.


Mommy! On the deck of our room overlooking the garden. She now knows how to text and take phone pictures. Isn't she pretty?


And lastly, the requisite trip to the GGB. Pretty spectacular, despite my hate of bridges.

Live Blogging the Debate!

No I'm not.

HOWEVER, I would just like to point one thing out. If anyone noticed the 20s-looking guy in the upper left corner of the screen most of the time the camera was on Obama, with the blonde hair, 'stache, and green tie.....I know him. I went to high school with him, and seeing as my high school was 400 people, that's saying something.

I had been wondering if I'd happen to know anyone in the audience seeing as how the debate took place in Nashville, so imagine how excited my "OH MY GOD I KNOW THAT KID" sounded.

And no, I'm not commenting on the quality of the debate, either McCain or......that one.

Editor's Note:
My high school in Nashville, not Philly.

Ah, October!

October is here, and the city is beautiful. It's like a combination of bunnies and rainbows and lollipops, all gallivanting together through the streets of euphoria.

But really, the past few weeks have been a revelation--skies so blue you'd swear your eyes deceive you, warm weather, and mild, cool nights. And finally, Friday night: rain! I haven't seen rain in 4 months, save the summer shower that rained out the Sunday of Wildwood. But West Coast rain has been like the unicorn of weather patterns, referenced in witty conversation but rarely seen.

It was a sight for sore eyes, and sounds for sore...ears? The past four years in DC have created an appreciation for falling asleep to the sound of wet pavement under cars, that unmistakable whssssssshhhhh that make you happy you're inside and warm. The smell of a freshly rained-upon city can be intoxicating, sidewalks swept clean from months of dirt, with air so crisp you just want to breathe, breathe, breathe until your lungs burst. So, Friday night, I happily stepped outside into the lightly falling rain, feet wet on the pavement, streetlights reflecting off the road. I think you can't really feel like you live somewhere until you experience something other than just sun; it's the comfort that rain brings that makes you feel like, just maybe, you're starting to feel at home somewhere new.

So yes, hello October! The coming weeks are full of exciting birthdays (roller derby and horse racing!), DISNEY (I am finally going to the Happiest Place on Earth) with 2 quite awesome girls, and Halloween just around the corner. I'm looking forward to pumpkin smells, layered warmth, and the last few weeks of Indian Summer.

And then on to November, full of Thanksgiving trips and a visit from the one and only Ms. Caitlin D. She wants gays, Full House, shopping, and the Golden Gate Bridge, and by God I'll give it to her (errrr....figuratively speaking).

And really, I promise, a picture post is coming soon, with new house, Momma's visit, and work fun day (SEGWAY TOUR).