work
It took me a while to get to up to full-speed this week to – in fact it took me almost an hour to get out of bed Wednesday. I know, it's one of the slothful self-indulgences of the self-employed. But by Thursday I was multi-tasking again: getting ready
drinking
Remember when I blogged last Thursday about coming back home to SF, and seeing a crowd of guys from out of town drinking on the neighbors' steps next door? Turns out they're visiting from Boston, and they've been drinking on that stoop for most of
holidays
drinking
St. Frances took one look at me this morning and knew. When I told her I was going to Bean Bag for a breakfast burrito, she was certain. "Ah, so you're hungover. Got it." It's is one of the key components of my Hangover
drinking
"I mean, this is the final proof that I'm in my late twenties, not my earlier twenties," I said over a glass of water at Bus Stop this morning. "I went out to Latin American Club with Ash last night, we had two margaritas and
holidays
After I complained the other day about getting too much family time over the holidays, I started to feel bad. There were actually a lot of wonderful moments with my brother, parents, aunts & uncles, and grandparents that I'm thankful for: * Hiking through the marshes at Shoreline while
drinking
When I pulled up into the driveway today, our neighbors had about half a dozen people over (they're all about a couple years younger than us), and they were sitting out on the stoop, drinking Bud and smoking. "We're having a little early New Year&
holidays
I left the sunny warmth of the South Bay, drove into a fog bank, sat in traffic on 101, and circled for parking, but man am I glad to be back in SF. Every year, my pious and kookie grandmother introduces us to fresh ramblings and petty grabs for attention.
holidays
San Francisco is the sixth city I've lived in (after DC, NYC, Beijing, San Jose, and LA) and today I went back to the first. I flew down to LA with my folks and my brother to visit our LA relatives, and while I've had enough
holidays
I got an Alton Brown cookbook, books on screenwriting from my grandfather, salami from an Italian deli in North Beach, a bottle of very old scotch, Eddie Bauer binoculars (for when girls in yoga pants run past our bay window), a scarf for San Francisco weather from St. Frances, very
food
For one of my clients, I write a monthly HR newsletter, and for the last two months, it's been packed with suggestions for "staying healthy while making merry;" "beating that holiday weight gain;" and "staying active over the holidays." It was stuff
holidays
I've been back in San Jose with my family and so far: * we had dinner with the Cantlers and talked about how, if not for all the violent rape and the people that live in the flying boob, Zardoz would be a great family movie; * Little Fox got