The Daily Sabs

i love sandwiches. i think they're quite possibly one of the best things ever invented. delicious fillings squashed between layers of warm or toasty bread. are you with me on this one? i know that my pal nancy is.

whenever i can't think of dinner plans my first reaction is to go with sandwiches. so tonight, when i couldn't think of dinner, i told randall we should have sandwiches. sadly, ike's closes early on monday. however there are many other sandwiches to try, and lucky for me randall remembered Phat Philly on 24th. i'd heard about it awhile ago, but hadn't had a chance to try it. so tonight we remedied that with pepper steaks and hoagie steaks. they were good, but not amazing, i was also hoping the cheddar beer sauce would've been more cheesy, less saucy. the bread (which they bring in from philly) was also good, but sort of too soft to hold up to the fillings. i will, however, be going back to try more. oh and also, they have bbq sauce made with mr. pibb. so they get cool points on that one.

ps. apparently i am not the only one who thinks it's funny weird that chrysler is using holy fuck in a commercial. what would the innocent folks do when they find out the song is by a band called holy fuck? do you think people could get offended out of buying a chrysler?

this morning i made randall teach me a few things on the bass. we have known each other for over ten years, and yet i've never really heard him play. although he was a bit rusty he still has skillz. afterwards i took my new tricks and headed over to anneh's house where we were having lazy band practice. i say lazy because we are living up to our name (the monarchs of laze) by only praticing once every 2 months or so. however this time we invited chuckles along. he actually has a gold record, and plays the ukulele, so it should be a good.

when anneh's roomie meg got home, we decided to call it quits and all of us headed over to little star where we met up with randall (btw, he's not joining our band because he is a funhater x10). we devoured some delicious pizzas, and then hustled on home. it was brisk out and i didn't have a coats.

ps. it took forever to get our table. this was because the people who were sitting at the table did not leave after paying their bill. they sat there for at least 10 minutes even though the restaurant was packed and the wait time ridiculous. why do people do things like this?

after work i decided to pop by thrift town. i have a thing for polyester dresses and usually score when i'm there. besides randall was working late and it's a great way to kill time.

thrift town is only a few blocks from the bart station, but somehow during that brief walk, i was hit on five times, including one marriage proposal -- he seemed so sad when i told him i was already taken. i'm not sure why i got so much attention today. i guess the guys in the mission have a thing for polyester dresses, panda eyes, chubs face, and gross dirty bangs.

so ladies, if you need a little ego boost, throw on your polyester, don't wash your hair, and don't get enough sleep. if it works for me, it can work for you too!

ps. i almost scored with a sweet baby yellow dress, but it was just a tiny bit the wrong size, and i'd probably wear it once and then decide it was ill-fitting and sell it... okay, now i'm sort of wishing i'd bought it anyway.