drinking
If my Friday night was low-key then my Saturday night made up for it. At six, I hopped on the 22 and met St. Frances at Taqueria Cancun to scarf a massive burrito before we walked over to the Make-Out Room for Writers With Drinks. We swapped beers back and
food
October is long past, but St. Frances, Diego and I have been scarfing pumpkin bread like it's going out of style. A week ago St. Frances made two pans of it from scratch and it was gone in under four days. Tonight, I whipped some up from a
holidays
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
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
food
Two more Christmas parties last night, and I gobbled up more holiday treats: baked brie, roasted nuts, rugelach, wedding cookies (Rock smeared the powdered sugar all over his nose and scratched at his neck), hot cider, hot cocoa, some violet liqueur that Jessie made me try, wine, the Anchor Christmas
holidays
Diego, Rock, the guys and I went to Russell's ugly sweater party Friday night. We did a little pre-partying at Rock's place and showed up a little late. By the time we got there, the party had been mostly cleared out of single ladies, and as
food
I mentioned that I went to Writers With Drinks on Saturday; I didn't mention that my parents stopped in the City to visit that afternoon. They were driving up from San Jose to Davis to see my bro and spent most of the day here. When the folks