angelica and i recently found a new (to us) amazing lunch place called Muracci's. It's a nice hearty japanese curry place, although i prefer the oyako don (chicken with egg) bowl because it is so delicious. the place apparently moved into our neighborhood in march, but it took us until october to discover it. the reason we went in was because of the sign. we were walking down the street trying to figure out what to eat when i saw a line coming out of a tiny door and a sign with a big thumbs up. i figured any place that advertises itself as a thumbs up has to be good right? a long line doesn't hurt either.
so we went in and braved the line, and it was well worth it. it's definitely one of the best lunches in the area. the only problem is the line, it's often really long. i think we waited 40 minutes last time. but today we went a little bit earlier, and there was no line. we walked in and ordered and 10 minutes later we had bowls of delciousness. now you all know the secret.
ps. my eyebrows are getting out of control, i know.
pps. how come my eyes are so freaking panda these days? where are these bags coming from?
ppps. i know, my mouth should've been a different smile, but i didn't want to make angelica and kristy wait while i took pics of myself on the street.
I've spent the last few days in warm and sunny mexico. Randall and I were there for a+a's wedding. We were mainly in a small town called moroleon, but also spent some time in guanajuato and morelia. It was wonderful and amazing, guanajuato was by far my favorite part. The town was so pictureseque and lovely, and the weather was absolutely fantastic.
So why the winter coat?
Well we arrived in san francisco and apparently now it's winter. That means it's time to bust out the warm coats and pretend we're phil daniels (if you don't know who that is, google quadrophenia).
I don't normally take the bus. I take the bart and the muni, but never the bus. Especially not the express. In other words, I was pretty much doomed before I began.
This evening I hustled out of the office to catch the bus without really paying attention. I knew I needed the express, I just didn't remember that there was more than one type of express at that stop. So when I got on and realized that the next stop was about 20 blocks past my intended destination, I muttered shit and hung out for the ride. Not like I had a choice.
When it finally stopped I hopped on the regular nonexpress bus going back the other way. A bunch of asian ladies with their signature pink bags joned me. We exchanged smiles and nods. I think they could tell that I'll be joining their pinkbag club sooner than later.
I wanted to show you a timely pic of an "I voted" sticker, but absentee voters don't get a fancy sticker. So instead you get a pic of me with the guys at lunch.
There's something about this situation that makes me nostalgic. Here I am, the only gal at lunch with a table full of tech dudes. Sound familiar? It makes me think of 2001. The fact that the weather has that "universal" feel to it today only makes me more nostalgic.
Oh, what was for lunch? Fish tacos from taylor's at the ferry building. Sometimes my life is ridiculously good.
My mom (aka morm and sometimes aka momy) insisted on doing my hair today. Tonight is the night of the chinese wedding banquet and the lady is a bit frantic (this is definitely her event not ours). I'm not 100% sure why one of her several hairdresser friends isn't doing my hair instead, but hey, you don't ask morm these things.
What you do ask her is when the last time she used her 1970's portable hairdrying machine was. Your answer will be "oh probably ten years ago," but both you and she will know that the real answer is much longer ago than that.