The cure for a bad case of the Mondays? SF!

Mondays are never fun and this one was no exception. Driving home I couldn't wait to get to my city ... home.



As soon as I walked in the door, Linz called and told me she saw "my man." Now that made my Monday. "My man" is an older man who stole my wallet a few years back out of Linzy's apartment while we were in the back of her home. A week later we ran into "my man" and I promptly walked up and asked where my wallet was. He apparently thought I was speaking alien and he started smacking his lips and hopping up the hill.

Too many options!

Today dad and I were supposed to meet at "the" museum for brunch and culture. At 11 I made my way to the De Young. There I sat for 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 minutes - 1hour! After taking advantage of modern technology (aka, my blackberry) I realized I was at the WRONG museum! Dad had emailed to confirm the Palace of Fine Arts ... oofa. So, an hour and fifteen minutes later I called my mom frantically trying to figure out where the P of FA was. She mapquested me to the Legion of Honor where I not only learned my dad had ridden off on his bike, but there was yet another museum in the city called Palace of Fine Arts.

I think we should just change the naming convention to "Museum 1," "Museum 2," and so on.

What a doofous day.

The good news is it's Union Sidewalk Sale weekend so I was able to recover from the trauma of passing paths with a sale.

Go Green or Go Away!

Molly is spearheading a green movement at work which is making me a lot more conscious of the wasteruls in the world. Although in San Francisco we tend to lean to the left and preach world saving practices, I'm not sure we practice what we preach. I've now been called out numerous times for showing up to work with my paper Starbucks (fondly known of as All My Bucks) cup. Negative 2 green points for me.

Sunday I was at Whole Foods (another wallet sinker we like to call Whole Paycheck) with green on the mind. After being pushed around the aisles for a too packed store with the cities poshest vying for the healthiest snacks, I made it to checkout. In the line next to me was a woman buying 10 Smart Water bottles - the Jennifer Aniston line must be paying off. As the checker was swiping all the bottles through, the woman said "Oh, I brought bags to help save paper ... but I left them in the car. Oh well, I'll just take plastic please."

Here's what I think ... if you're going to green-it, mean-it!

Hawaii in the city?

Last night we enjoyed a true city gem - the Tonga Room at the Fairmont Hotel on Nob Hill. After work Matt and I met up with Scott and Jody for a true adventure. The Tonga Room is like a Hawaiian hideaway on top of Nob Hill. To get to the Tonga Matt and I got lost weaving through the Fairmont (one of the poshest). When we saw the tikki bar setup, boat, palm trees, and dance-floor we knew we had arrived.

The bar/restaurant has a pool in the middle of the floor. Every 30-minutes sprinklers go off and it rains inside the bar. Just after we arrived a lounge boat pulled into the middle of the pool and a band serenaded us with show tunes.

After tiki drinks and too much food, we made our way to the dance floor tearing it up to Abba.

What a night!

It's raining it's pouring

The rain is raining all around ...

Wait a minute - I posted that blog in Winter ... what's the dilly-yo?! Oh yeah, it's San Francisco summer and it rained today. Hmph - so much for all the weight lifting and squats trying to get "summer ready."

The worst part is, it's not even fun rain - it's more like a heavy sky-spit.

"Dream home" take 11

Matt and I are still on our idealistic house hunt hoping to find a gem in San Francisco for well under market value. We're shooting for either a home in a great location in need of massive work, or waiting until the next big earthquake.

Just up the hill from us is a new "dream" - 2 units, 2 bedrooms, falling down...perfect! The funny thing is I've been driving by this place for two years wondering when it would hit the market. The time has come.

The sad part, if we were looking in almost any other city in any other state we'd be looking at 5-bedroom multi-acre homes. Fortunately and unfortunately, we love this crazy city of ours to go anywhere else ... yet.

Race made easy

For the past two years Linzy and I have pretended to be "real runners" and gasped our way through the Napa to Sonoma half marathon. This year Linzy is off to Columbia (hard life) for a wedding so I was preparing to run alone. The requisite 2-months before the race I logged on to Active.com to pay too much just to feel pain. It was sold out!

After stalking news about the race online I discovered my favorite sporting good store (Sports Basement) would be selling 75 more spots on Friday afternoon. I took the day off work and waited until 11:15 to make my way to Sports Basement only to find the numbers opened up at 11 and were sold out in 10 minutes. Where are all these runners coming from?! So not fair. Now I'll just have to suck it up and enjoy the sales in the city.