Tofu Egg Salad - Where Have You Been All My Life
Hi Friends,
Harvey and I have been busy traversing the Bay Area these past couple of days, and I'm just now getting a chance to write about it.
On Sunday, Ryan had to work, so Harvey and I drove to Half Moon Bay (http://www.halfmoonbaychamber.org/). It was very lovely. Our first stop was at a dog boutique owned by a woman with a dog named Broadway. If my memory serves me right, Broadway was wearing a kimono. The woman lavished praise on Harvey, as she should, and fed him many treats. She then went on to encourage me to buy Harvey a sweatshirt. Because she was being so nice to Harvey, I figured I should buy something, and so I grabbed for a package of beef jerky. The beef jerky was $17, and I'm pretty sure all of the money is invested in making it smell like an asshole. We spent the rest of the time walking around and getting lunch.
Antiques
We ended up getting lost (surprise) on the way home and wound up in San Francisco. We happened upon Haight-Ashbury. I took a picture. Here it is:
It's green because I took it through the top part of the windshield.
On Monday, Ryan worked all day and into the following morning. I picked him up at 6:00 AM on Tuesday, when he told me that he had the day off. We went home, and he went to bed, and I let him sleep for five hours. Then I blasted him out of bed. He was a good sport. We drove into San Francisco to look at an apartment and spent the day driving around, drinking coffee, and walking the dog around the city.
Here is a picture of us enjoying tapas in the Mission, where we hope to live:
So, those have been our adventures. To see all of the pictures, go to:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/69081919@N00/sets/72157601133784719/
Oh, and I had tofu egg salad from Whole Foods the other night, and I could not SHUT UP about how good it was. I made some yesterday, and it was also very good.
Also, the Starbucks in this community is a place where I have almost had to use physical violence to get what I want. Some of you many know that Ryan gets the most ridiculous drink when he goes in, which is fine, but I often run in and get it, so I have to deal with the ridicule that goes along with ordering it. He typically gets an iced-tall-soy-double-two-pump-peppermint-mocha. I know, it's ridiculous. At the same time though I feel protective of him and his drink, and I don't accept attitude when I order it. Well, I have been getting a heaping serving of attitude from the Starbucks mistresses these past few days. I was so irate when I left on Sunday that I vowed never to go back.
So, we sucked it up the next day and took the long quarter of a mile drive down the road to the next Starbucks. We should have known when we walked in and saw the man making balloon animals that something was awry. There was a woman going in and out of line ahead of us, trying to communicate with Balloon God about what kind of animal she would like. She popped back in line only to find that her spot hadn't been saved. Well that, my friends, is when the shit hit the fan. She started yelling about people not saving her spot, and the woman in front of her started yelling back. The woman directly in front of us, who was wearing a matching Juicy terrycloth jog suit and who had probably left her Acura running in the parking lot turned around and started laughing nervously. She clearly had never seen violence like this in Belmont, CA. So, the Line Cutter turned around to walk away, and when she did, she hit Cuttee in the arm. Cuttee starts yelling about how she just left the mental hospital. I think that might have sent Jog Suit into an even more powerful nervous giggle fit. She giggled all the way through her order and during the time she waited for her nonfat-extra-hot-no-foam-latte. She's probably still giggling.
So, needless to say that by the time we got to the counter, the employees had no problem with Ryan's order. And that is how we nearly saw an interaction come to fisticuffs at Starbucks.
We've been entertained in our temporary town and have very much appreciated and enjoyed the accommodations of Brent and Amy. Brent and Amy, the house is great, and we've only had two huge ragers. And don't worry, the frat brothers said they'd replace the sliding glass door as soon as they got the deposit back on the keg. :)
Harvey and I have been busy traversing the Bay Area these past couple of days, and I'm just now getting a chance to write about it.
On Sunday, Ryan had to work, so Harvey and I drove to Half Moon Bay (http://www.halfmoonbaychamber.org/). It was very lovely. Our first stop was at a dog boutique owned by a woman with a dog named Broadway. If my memory serves me right, Broadway was wearing a kimono. The woman lavished praise on Harvey, as she should, and fed him many treats. She then went on to encourage me to buy Harvey a sweatshirt. Because she was being so nice to Harvey, I figured I should buy something, and so I grabbed for a package of beef jerky. The beef jerky was $17, and I'm pretty sure all of the money is invested in making it smell like an asshole. We spent the rest of the time walking around and getting lunch.
Antiques
We ended up getting lost (surprise) on the way home and wound up in San Francisco. We happened upon Haight-Ashbury. I took a picture. Here it is:
It's green because I took it through the top part of the windshield.
On Monday, Ryan worked all day and into the following morning. I picked him up at 6:00 AM on Tuesday, when he told me that he had the day off. We went home, and he went to bed, and I let him sleep for five hours. Then I blasted him out of bed. He was a good sport. We drove into San Francisco to look at an apartment and spent the day driving around, drinking coffee, and walking the dog around the city.
Here is a picture of us enjoying tapas in the Mission, where we hope to live:
So, those have been our adventures. To see all of the pictures, go to:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/69081919@N00/sets/72157601133784719/
Oh, and I had tofu egg salad from Whole Foods the other night, and I could not SHUT UP about how good it was. I made some yesterday, and it was also very good.
Also, the Starbucks in this community is a place where I have almost had to use physical violence to get what I want. Some of you many know that Ryan gets the most ridiculous drink when he goes in, which is fine, but I often run in and get it, so I have to deal with the ridicule that goes along with ordering it. He typically gets an iced-tall-soy-double-two-pump-peppermint-mocha. I know, it's ridiculous. At the same time though I feel protective of him and his drink, and I don't accept attitude when I order it. Well, I have been getting a heaping serving of attitude from the Starbucks mistresses these past few days. I was so irate when I left on Sunday that I vowed never to go back.
So, we sucked it up the next day and took the long quarter of a mile drive down the road to the next Starbucks. We should have known when we walked in and saw the man making balloon animals that something was awry. There was a woman going in and out of line ahead of us, trying to communicate with Balloon God about what kind of animal she would like. She popped back in line only to find that her spot hadn't been saved. Well that, my friends, is when the shit hit the fan. She started yelling about people not saving her spot, and the woman in front of her started yelling back. The woman directly in front of us, who was wearing a matching Juicy terrycloth jog suit and who had probably left her Acura running in the parking lot turned around and started laughing nervously. She clearly had never seen violence like this in Belmont, CA. So, the Line Cutter turned around to walk away, and when she did, she hit Cuttee in the arm. Cuttee starts yelling about how she just left the mental hospital. I think that might have sent Jog Suit into an even more powerful nervous giggle fit. She giggled all the way through her order and during the time she waited for her nonfat-extra-hot-no-foam-latte. She's probably still giggling.
So, needless to say that by the time we got to the counter, the employees had no problem with Ryan's order. And that is how we nearly saw an interaction come to fisticuffs at Starbucks.
We've been entertained in our temporary town and have very much appreciated and enjoyed the accommodations of Brent and Amy. Brent and Amy, the house is great, and we've only had two huge ragers. And don't worry, the frat brothers said they'd replace the sliding glass door as soon as they got the deposit back on the keg. :)