Played around with Alice in the grocery bag. Then prepped for a group dinner. Our pals Stephen and Eric are visiting from D.C. so we had them plus Matt, Miguel, Aaron and Lynette for dinner. Rich did a mac & cheese with truffle oil. I caramelized Brussels sprouts, lemon and garlic. Lynette contributed an Asian pear salad. And the boys brought not one but two desserts plus ice cream. Adequate quantities of bubbly, wine and spirits were consumed as well. You know it’s a good party at our place when the Bennivin, a.k.a. black death, makes an appearance. Then we wrapped up the evening with a look at my husband’s cute butt and by getting the cats high on new cat nip. Fun for all.
More like frustrating and hateful Friday. Seems like every time I got in the car today, I had a frustrating episode with traffic and/or people. In a nutshell: Rich, waffle at favorite cafe, frustration in parking lot, hate for strollers and the pigs who push them around oblivious to the rest of the world, attempts to fix toilet seat, big box store rage, traffic hate, predictably amazing meal at Ragazza with husband, making cats happy.
Liquid nitrogen and hot needles. Just another morning of pre-cancerous fun at the dermatologist. Such is the life of a pale white boy. Then worked on the magic interconnected box all day, made a tasty vegetarian meal for my man and walked in the fog. And they wonder why Monday has a bad rap.
In which I get rid of the old coffee table and assemble the new one. Then bitch about Folsom Street Fair, iOS 6, m.youtube.com on the iPad (it sucks), Starbucks rewards and constantly feeling out of the mainstream. Fun!
Saturday errands. Rich wanted to clean (what a surprise) so I had to clear out of the house. Breakfast at Starbucks. Gave away my chocolate croissant to a little girl. Noble of me, right? Then off to the East Bay to pick up our new coffee table. Husband and cats put in appearances.
Yes, a weird little video, days late. I muffed the usual intro but didn’t realize it until I went to edit days later. Too late to reshoot. Oh well. The rest of the footage is little more than me ranting about traffic followed by lunch with Darren and Zack. It’s been a busy week, which explains why you won’t see a video for Friday. I needed recovery time.
Show off one of our Swedish souvenirs: Björn Borg underwear in a nice plaid. Then I did the maintenance thing on the cat feeding robot, went downtown, found a Lomography store accidentally and bought those colorful Cole Haan wingtips I saw on Saturday. Nice, unstressed Sunday. And if the no pants thing bothers you, bite me. That is the point after all, right?
Watering the plants. Fascinating. Then a bit of shopping. Got the new Apple Earpods. Yes, they live up to the hype. Stunning sound for $30. Went by the just opened Tout Sweet patisserie. Nice space. Killer view of Union Square. Tasty treats. And the delectable chef Yigit Pura was indeed behind the counter. Fangirl moment: Thought I was going to melt when he looked me in the eye and said hello. Got a low tire warning from the Touareg when I started home. Fortunately, it has a built-in compressor for the air-sprung suspension. Even came with a special hose to air the tires. The process is just a bit precise. You expect anything less from the Germans? Once home, we decided to get Delfina pizza for dinner. Amazing as usual. Life in San Francisco definitely does not suck.
I didn’t order an iPhone 5, which went on pre-sale today. In fact, I rant for a good chunk of this video about why I have no plans to get one. Probably predictable but I managed to entertain myself. And what else matters? Got the BMW washed. Had workers at the apt. And threw a little fit after we got our first fall themed catalog. No, too soon.
A rare Monday at school. But you get to see my new blue wall and green shag rug. Exciting! I program the homelink thingy in both cars to work with the new parking garage door. Thrilling! And I rant about the new California law requiring all apartments—even all-electric ones like ours—to have carbon monoxide detectors. Stupid!
(I think the legislature missed a bet by not requiring a satire detector on video descriptions.)