Friday, February 29, 2008
Now if only I could get rid of the stuffy head and remaining sore throat. Being sick when you're traveling sucks, but at least I'm feeling better.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Today we walked in and all the great feelings came back. Milan, the owner, has expanded. The place is more than twice its original size and yet every seat in the house was full.
I recognized one of the servers. He smiled and said: "Hello! Good to see you." After six years!
Later Milan came over and greeted us. He remembered me too! He was walking around with a ballcap on, looking just about exactly as I remember him. We chatted for a while and he told me Adam looks like John Lennon. Then he brought us free sparkling wine and insisted on comping us.
Amazing! Awesome! We're so going back tomorrow before we leave.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Lord knows this is not the sort of thing guys brag about. But my wife and I have a ridiculously happy marriage. Really, it's almost disgusting.
We paw each other in public. We goof around like a pair of simpletons. We basically act like giddy newlyweds in the middle of happy hour. Sometimes we'll do something so revolting, like sitting on the couch and drawing smiley faces on the bottoms of each other's feet, that we're forced to make hacking, gagging noises to maintain our dignity. Actually, this happened just last week.
The first rule of Super-Happy Couplehood: You do not talk about the disgusting mechanics of Super-Happy Couplehood. Not the way this dude does it, anyway. From the looks of it, I'll bet he's headed back to marriage counseling in another year or two.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
The internet is one of the most powerful ways to reveal scams, so here you go: a string of words, search-engine optimized, to make sure these guys don't scam other people:
cellular-blowout.com bad customer service
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I told no one. The procedure took an agonizing hour and left me miserably, painfully broken out. Two days later I flew to Venice and spent far too much time pacing that beautiful city in search of something that would give me relief. I had two subsequent laser treatments, but since I wasn't on medication at the time for the congenital adrenal hyperplasia that causes the hair to grow in the first place, it was like swimming upstream.
Flash forward. Valentine's Day, eight years later. Adam drove me to a medical spa in downtown Walnut Creek. I drank wine, he drank coffee, and we sat there and joked about the Botox posters. The procedure took 10 minutes and was entirely bearable. Hours later, I've seen no signs of swelling or breaking out, and I'm hoping that won't change.
Afterward, he hugged me and called me beautiful. Then we went to Fresh Choice.
I'm in for many more treatments, but this is a start.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Best SFGate comment from the Chron story: "If Medea Benjamin (formerly Susan) and the new Vietnam Spitters are so anti-violence, why not walk to Oakland and do something real?" Indeed.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Damn. This hurts so much. I can't wait for the drugs to work so I can pass back out again.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Adam said: "Are you going to lick the afterbirth off the bag?"
This is why I love this guy. He gets me.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Sure, it's okay to disturb an entire clutch of businesses in downtown Berkeley.
Sure, it's okay to make loud, megaphone-aided, pink-clad asses of yourselves.
Code Pink now has a sound permit and a designated parking space for protest outside the U.S. Marine Corps recruiting station. What will these narrow-minded old broads do when they realize the very people who fight and die to give them their right to scream can't do their job? Not to mention when they piss off Peoples Cafe enough that they stop letting them use their bathroom when they don't even buy anything for the privilege.
Honestly, I'd say about 50 percent of me (and perhaps more) truly loathes Berkeley. You want to talk about a hypocritical, narrow-minded, holier-than-thou populace? You'll find it right here between Ashby and Gilman avenues off of I-80.
- I'll never understand parents who let their kids run around in public places where it's clearly inappropriate. I'll never understand parents who are determined to make their kids the star of the show, no matter how uncomfortable it makes everyone else in the room. And if you think that pisses me off, you should talk to Adam.