Somewhat. Here it is, another Monday, and another entry. I had some unfortunate mishaps last week, which pretty much killed any urges to update this. For those who are curious, I got burgled while I was at work and lost a crapload of stuff. It's in the past now though, and I'd rather not talk about it since it's rather depressing.
Last Wednesday
lissiehoya and I went to Asia de Cuba for lunch, since I was working from home. They had really great food there (more in my food journal when I get around to updating it), with one of my favorite parts being that they gave us a stick a sugarcane with our iced tea. I LOVE sugarcane...! Small touch, but still awesome!
Friday night was dinner out at Julius's Castle in North Beach. It was pretty good, though I couldn't help but feel that the Dine About Town menu didn't accurately represent the quality of their food. Or maybe it did. If the latter is the case, then I know not to go back. Not that the food isn't good, but for that price I could get much better. The view and the atmosphere was amazing though. After dinner, we went out to Amante for drinks - poorly made cosmos and mediocre Cape Codders... but they did the job. We were up until the wee hours of the night, playing some card drinking games ("Fuck the Dealer"), though I eventually needed to pass out by like 5AM.
I spent the next two days detoxing by playing videogames and watching the Food Network (my two favorite pasttimes... *sigh of content*). I finished Ape Escape 3 (hooray for finishing games!) and watched a lot of Iron Chef, as well as a sugar + ice sculpture contest. I swear, watching sugar sculpture contests sometimes feels like watching car racing - you don't actually want to see a crash but something in you somewhat desires that destruction. Of course, sugar sculptures falling down aren't nearly as bad as car crashes, but it still incites that weird feeling you get knowing that it's a terrible thing, but you can't help but watch anyway.
Asia SF is in the works for either tonight or more likely, tomorrow night. Crossdressers never cease to amuse me.