holidays
This is what I posted on Facebook last night: Thankful for succulents, Speakeasy, hipsters, hills, startup starz, burritos, vegans, dim sum, fog, Salesforce girls, the Triangle, these offensively-challenged 49ers, the Giants, electro-pop, wine country, the Bison Paddock, Mission hot dogs, and everything SF! My family (squabbling though they were) and
drinking
Met up with three old friends tonight, at Waziema in our hood. In a city of techies and creatives, I mostly know techies, so it was cool to spend some time with these guys, who I grew up with in suburban San Jose and went on to do such cool
living in SF
That's the guy next to me sketching. You can't see here but he has a Tintin keychain. That's the guy at the counter wearing his hoodie indoors. The guy next to him is working on some spreadsheet for his startup no doubt. Ash, Diego
living in SF
San Francisco is a vain city. Not the people who live here, although we definitely care how our ass looks in our skinny jeans, but the city itself. She's always showing off, and it's easy to find yourself at the top of one her hills confronted
I realized nothing makes me miss St. Frances more than being around her family, and all the old grayhairs from church. It was actually fun to catch up with Mr. and Mrs. Green, our old youth pastor, play tag with Ginny Rhienn's kids. There was a nacho bar
Drove down to San Jo this morning to have brunch at Rojos with Little Fox and Prandle. That's how my day started: driving fifty miles for a burrito before noon. Then I went to Brother Red's wedding reception. That could be – and probably should be – a
I've had an earache the last few days so I looked up an ENT and made an appointment for this afternoon. Turns out my doctor's office is in Chinatown, next door to Ash and Diego's favorite dim sum place, New Asia. (It's
So Ash and I have this crazy plan to go to Burning Man next year. It's totally not like us and it's definitely not like St. Frances or Diego, but we're kinda fascinated by it. When we were up at the lake over Labor
writing
One of my goals with this blog is to be honest, and if I missed an entry yesterday I don't want to just skim over it. After dropping Diego and St. Frances off at the airport last night, I got back home and got really, really tired. I
work
Went into the office today. Contrary to St. Frances' notions, there are at least two days a week when I put pants on before noon. I actually subcontract for the marketing & PR agency I used to work for, Mecklenner Epstein. I've been working out of their
Ash
I was hungover this morning when Ash texted about doing brunch in Sausalito. We have this bucket list of things to do around the Bay, and brunch at Le Garage is one that Ash has wanted to check off for a while. It was good, but maybe not worth crossing
dating
Diego, Jordan and I went out in North Beach tonight and St. Frances warned us about the bridge and tunnel crowd. We hadn't been out there in a while and about a year ago we had a lot of fun at Maggie McGarry's so we didn&
