Saturday, June 30, 2012

Don't Read This if You Already Hate Your Life So Much That it's a Borderline "Serious Issue"

How do you top an already awesome week?? With a wine tasting extravaganza and tapas bar, of course!

A great perk of not working is that you never really get that total end of the work week, brain numbed, complete and cranky exhaustion. Sure, you might get a little tired from laying on the couch all day or sore from sleeping weird during your nap, but there's no real opportunity to get in that all-consuming grouchy tired mood. As a result, you feel like you could rally at any time and be up for anything. Thirteen hours of sleep and no responsibilities will do that to a person.

During the school year, my normal Friday night consists of whining, half closed eye lids, and mayyybe dinner at a nearby place before passing out by 9:30. It honestly feels like torture to be awake on a Friday night when I start work at 7:30am and start work means listen to middle school drama, make a million on the spot decisions, grade essays, and deal with school politics. But now that it is summer, I find myself not only missing the little hooligans (though I would never admit this out loud), but also having a life, even on Friday nights. I am up for dancing, karaoke, a piano bar, really anything. After all, I have three months to make up any sleep that I miss.

On a slight and obnoxious tangent, do you know what was on my calender for Saturday? 1) Run 2) Take a nap 3) Potentially get a beer with Dylan's coworkers. THAT'S IT. Sunday? 1) Pilates. Monday? 1) LEGIT NOTHING hahahahahhaha

My life is so awesome that sometimes I'll be sitting outside at the park or walking along the coast and I'll stop for a second like I'm in a dream and think, "This is no dream. You are awake and this is your LIFE." Then, I kind of look around to see if anyone notices how great my life is. Usually there's someone in a business suit rushing back to the office and s/he will look at me with a wistful glance as a tear slowly rolls down their cheek. Then, I go back to my book/walk/daydream and laugh like a haughty demon, counting down the minutes til my next nap.

Here's the point, if I even have one: Last night, a Friday, I had plenty of energy. I had stayed in my pajamas until 1:45. YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT. I took a leisurely shower, ate some mac n' cheese, watched THE trashiest show I could find (Oprah interviewing the Kardashians. Pure gold), and then headed over to meet Cat and Adrian for our wine tasting and tapas bar extravaganza!

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What a night! It's too bad the pictures didn't turn out too well because I'll be honest right now, we looked fantastic. Also, now that Dylan is officially on summer break, I have a partner in crime for my summer adventures, and Cat will be on summer break in one week!!! It is so nice to be in a summers off club. If you had asked me when I was young what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said a waitress who lived in a corn field and had the summers off. While 2 out of 3 didn't work out, thank god the last goal did.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Brewery

On Tuesday, I took a tour of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Brewery. It's a small local brewery in San Jose, currently brewing some pale ales and a cider with the plan to brew a fruity beer next. It's also...drum roll please...Alejandro's brewery!!@!1 That's right, TDTD Brew is currently in Dro's parents' basement with the potential to move to a house of its own quite soon. He's got two huge glass jug things, syphoning tools, and a million bottles and growlers. I don't understand how it all works, and even when he explained it very slowly and carefully, I mostly nodded my head and pretended to get it. If you think that's cool, check this out: he has a legit bottle capper to cap his own bottles and he's making labels too. The best part? He's a teacher, so he's GETTING PAID TO HOMEBREW.

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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Yesterday


6:15 Coffee.

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7:30 Run through the Presidio. 5 miles.

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10:15 Drive over Bay Bridge to Treasure Island

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10:30 Treasure Island Flea Market

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1:00 Back home with a new necklace, sweater, and shorts.

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2:00 Sitting on the porch. Tall boys. Lime. Writing letters.

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5:00 Grilling kebabs and artichokes.

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9:00 The Yellow Submarine.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Extras from the weekend

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Coziness on the couch

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Cuddles with the cat

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Sun and sandwich in Duboce Park

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Wuthering Heights and Anderson Valley IPA on the porch

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A miserable run through the fog in Golden Gate Park

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A runner's perspective

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Friday

Friday I woke up bright and early and headed to a Pilates class at Burn Pilates where I had a groupon. The class was miserable. Absolutely miserable. It was hard; there was cardio involved; at one point I found myself doing jumping jacks; we used weights in inappropriate ways; it was rough.
There was only one thing that could make me bounce back from such a horrid morning--hanging out with Tony. Just my luck, Tony was in San Francisco at that very moment. Being the complete psycho that he is, Tony was in town for exactly 30 hours. He flew in from Massachusetts at 11:30pm on Thursday and flew out at 6am on Saturday morning. Who does that? He'd be playing a show with his ridiculous band Squirm (how do you spell that?!) Friday night in Oakland. While I love every member of that band, I would honestly rather slow burn myself with a lighted end of a cigarette than go to one of their shows. The last show I did attend, ended in my near death and a cinder block being smashed on a kitchen floor. Not exactly my cup of tea. Needless to say, I'd be parting ways with Tony once he arrived at the show in Oakland.
That left 8 hours. I picked up Tony in the Tenderloin and took him back to my apartment where he immediately started talking annoying music with Dylan while I showered and got ready.
When I asked Tony what he wanted to see and do that day, he said, "Nothing."
I said, "Really? Nothing?"
"I mean if you want to show me stuff, I'll look." So I took him to Haight St. I knew Tony would want to see the street, being a total secret hippie. We grabbed some food, walked into a couple of stores, and of course, ended up at Amoeba. Next, we walked over to the Botanical Gardens. It was such a nice day out that even cranky Tones had a great time. After awhile, Ian, Sean and their friend Jaybo (??) met us and we got a drink at the Little Shamrock. It was so nice to catch up with my friends and see what everyone has been up to. I don't think I'd gotten a chance to see Sean since Thanksgiving two years ago! When it was time for them to get ready for their show, I took off, ordered some take-out sushi and relaxed with the cat while Dylan risked the death music crowds at the show.


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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Back in ol' San Fran

I'm baaaaaack!I got in late late late Tuesday night. I woke up late late late Wednesday morning.
Then, an old friend Kyle was in town with his girlfriend July so we hung out all day.
Here's what we did:
  • tacos
  • chai
  • Haight st
  • became a Venture Capitalist
  • naps
  • ran at Kezar/hiked at Beuna Vista
  • foods
  • beers
  • flash and dash

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

The wind-down

Sunday. Tired. Diner. Family. Sushi. Swollen dancing feet. Sleep.

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I love my family

Saturday was one of the best days of my entire life.
Here are all the reasons why:
  • Tessa and I got Starbucks at about 10am and later learned that Ryan Gosling was at that exact same Starbucks two hours earlier!
  • I got my nails painted the prettiest bright peach you have ever seen
  • I got my toenails painted the prettiest light pink you have ever seen
  • The nail lady accidentally gave Tessa and I hot stone massages on our feet!  That was especially appreciated considering we have the grossest feet from running
  • I was brought to a restaurant named Tango and was greeted by some of my favorite people in the entire world: my aunts, my cousins, my sisters, my mom, my future mother-in-law, my future sister-in-law, my future Aunt (-in-law?), and Tessa
  • There was a special recipe of Sangria and I had probably four glasses
  • There was delicious Pasta Primavera and black bean soup. Yum
  • My family is pretty sassy and I enjoy the sass
  • I got to open presents! I laughed and I cried
  • The Goettlichs had to leave :( but my family headed back to my parents' house where we continued to drink and relax
  • I got to see my Uncle Vic who is the most mellow man in existence


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Pre-Starbs and Nails

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Post-Starbs and Nails

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With Dylan Alper, getting ready to leave

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With Tessa at Tango

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With Kate, Kimberly and Joanne at Tango

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Again with Kate, Kimberly, and Joanne at Tango

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With Kylie at Tango

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Opening presents

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Tango

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Still Tango

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Tango

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With Kate at my parents' house

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Relaxing with the family

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Relaxing with Joanne after a lot of Sangria

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Kimberly outside

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With Tessa outside


Just when I thought the day couldn't any better, the seven of us under the age of 30 decided to go out for the night! We quickly changed, ate some food, and then called two cabs to pick us up. The first cab arrived about ten minutes late and told us he could only fit 3 people in the cab, for reasons unknown. Kate, Lauren, and Kimberly jumped in the cab with the plan to get a table by the time the rest of us arrived. About ten more minutes later, the second cab arrived.  As we opened the back door, we were bombarded by LITERALLY the loudest radio I have ever heard in my life. The worst part was the radio wasn't even playing music, there was just a DJs cheesy words being yelled at us.
"Can you turn the radio down??" Joanne screamed to the driver.
"Which radio? The cab radio or the music radio?" he replied.
"The music radio!" Joanne screamed again.
"Well there's no music playing, so you couldn't mean that one." The driver was super snarky. He did eventually turn down the volume. By that time, we had already gone deaf and no longer cared. Jaclyn also may or may not have sat on a bag of weed in the front seat as the driver grabbed her arm, looked into her eyes meaningfully and said, "Hey...It's cool."
Two minutes into the ride we learned that the first cab had broken down. That's right. We had sisters and cousins stranded on a road. We could hear their experience through the cab radio in our car.
"Uhhh, we need a new cab in Bryn Mawr...[static] Yeah at the same address... or just a little further." Finally, both cabs made it to Jake's in Manayunk. We grabbed a booth after having to beg the waiter to let us sit there. He told us he can't fit 7 people in a booth. I looked down at the 7 tiny bodies and said, "Uh. I think we could squeeze in." We ordered a few bottles of wine and chatted it up for a couple of hours. Finally, we left Jake's and walked down the street until we found another place with a DJ on the second floor.  At that point, we were all pretty tired and some of us were in 4 inch heels, but when the DJ plays music, you dance. And dance we did. I would say we rocked hard at about 90% intensity level and looked good doing it. Even though I had to ice my feet when I returned home, and Tessa ruined her pedicure, I cannot remember a day when I felt more honored or had more fun with those that mean the most to me.

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The whole fam

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Waiting for the cab

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Beside the broken down cab

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At Jake's

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At Jake's

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