today the gals over at geeksugar were raffling off a fancy herman miller embody chair. they reviewed it a long time ago, and finally needed to clear out the space. we all put our names next to a number, and then a random drawing later, yours truly was the winner! dk told me to wear "those ridiculous glasses" because they matched the back. and well, who am i to not oblige?
also yes, i am pretty sure i am in a muumuu today. maybe lawrence is right, maybe it is time for an intervention.
on our way to this week's installment of the dk & sabs & sometimes randall summer movie series, dk and i got into a conversation about age. mostly we were discussing why some people who are younger seem older, and how it's usually because they dress nicer/more professional.
as we were driving to the kabuki (which is by far my fave theatre in san francisco), i started to tell her about how a lot of my mom's friends assume my sister is the older one. i was only halfway through my story (in which the main point is that she dresses more professionally because hello folks, she is a lawyer), when dk flipped down my visor and told me to look in the fucking mirror (especially at my ridiculous glasses, jean jacket and oh maybe my bright yellow fishing lure/80s looking earrings) and told me i didn't need to finish the sentence. we nearly died laughing, dk could barely breathe and could only say "your glasses..." also, i am pretty sure she was crying tears of joy.
ps. we saw away we go, and i thought it was wonderfully sweet and great. sure there are some cliches, but overall it was solid and adorable and just totally sweet.
Yesterday I was explaining to allison all the ways in which I'm not a hipster. You see I'm not. Sure there's some hipster tendencies, but I honestly don't think of myself as part of a hipster crew. Of course, as I was telling her about an uber-hipster I saw, I started the tale with, "I was at thrift town the other day..." And then stopped dead in my tracks. Man I sounded douchey.
Then today, after I took the daily picture (in a cab on the way back from beer o'clock) I saw the result and groaned. Look at that fucking hipster.
because i had the macro setting on still from when i was taking pictures of sushi dog, so it's all blurry but my big ol' face.
this morning sam, chris, randall and i went down to the shanghai dumpling king. it was just so-so, i don't understand the wait. the soup dumplings were good because they're soup dumplings, but they're not great. and the dirty dishes and mediocre service aren't really worth it.
what was worth it was picking up sushi and walking down to the presidio. i tried to put a treat on her nose and have her wait before eating it, but she wasn't having any of it. i couldn't even get to the put it on the nose stage.
thanks for the fun kids!
ps. here's the closeup pic of sushi after she'd been digging in the dirt.
The weather in san francisco is what one might call "unseasonably warm." Only, I"m pretty sure it was this warm last november. So does that mean it's actually seasonably warm?
Today we're helping chris out by taking him to the airport at the last minute. Right now we're waiting in the "unseasonably warm" car. The temperature gauge says it's nearly 80 outside. I am in shorts.
I don't mind the warm weather and actually enjoy it. What I do mind is walking past stores trying to sell me scarves and giant parkas. Where were they when we were freezing in july?