"I can ride my bike with no handlebars, nooo handlebars"

This is supposed to be sung to the tune of that stupid song, I don't know the name of it but if you've heard it you clearly know what song I'm talking about just by reading the title. LAME-o! Anyhoo, for the next few minutes I am going to be blogging about bicycles. Weird, you may say but there is legit reasoning behind this blog. Promise!

So apparently there has been a string of robberies/burglaries in our neighborhood over the past couple of weeks. As I was walking home from the grocery store during the middle of the day last Saturday, I was taking this kinda ghetto shortcut that takes you directly to the end of our apt. (I'm not really sure that its even a shortcut at all... but hey it's all what you tell yourself in your head, right?!) Anyways as I'm walking down that way, this neighborhood security guy stops me and tells me that just a week and a half ago there was this little Chinese woman that got mugged walking down there. And he said that it was at 1.30 in the afternoon. IN THE AFTERNOON!! Holy smokes! Mr. Security man then proceeds to tell me that on the other side of the street (which would be the non-shortcut way to get to our place) a man got beat up and mugged only a week or so before that. He was basically telling me this as a warning to be careful. Both mug victims said that they were mugged by a black man and a Mexican. Mr. Pao (security guard... I nicknamed him, apparently I like to do that to people I do not know!) continued to tell me that they ride on a bicycle and pretend to run you over so that you have to move aside and then they grab the purse off of you. Eeek, scary!

So I finally get home but being the biggest Nervous Nellie that I've ever known in my entire life OF COURSE, every single person that I now see on a bicycle I run hella far away from. It has also got me thinking the past few days when walking home what a mugger must think about. It is just so rude and such an inconvenience to mug someone. Like if you stole my purse, ok I don't care about the $$$ (chances are your gonna get 20 bucks and thats if your lucky buddy!) But if you steal my purse, your then taking the keys to my apt. Awesome, now I'm stuck outside. I wouldn't even have a mobile (I'm still so Irish!!) phone to call anyone. AND dependent upon what time of day it is and where I'm going you might even get my shoes that I was planning on slinking into once I get to work! Arseholes!

Anyways so I've gone off on a tangent but I just wanted to mention one little thing about my walk home tonight. I'm pretty sure this guy maybe, JUST maybe is the bike thief. Dude rolls by on a pink bicycle. Yes, I said pink. Seriously? Did you borrow that from your sister???

Hearing faint noises of pitters and patters...

From a pair of paws that is!

So Kevin and I have been discussing the possibility of getting a dog. Woof woof! I'm a little bit nervous but super excited about maybe getting a little guy to have around the apt. We were looking up different kinds of breeds on the internet yesterday. He wants a big, manly sort of dog while I want a little fou-fou gal. I said "But, Kevin we don't have the house/yard for a big dog. It would just be rude to put a big guy in our environment." So we came up with a compromise that I get to pick the doggie now and he gets to pick out our dog when we decide to settle down and move into a big house. (I always seem to win!! This relationship rules, lol!)

Anyways so I found this UH-dorable little breed of a dog, its called a 'petite goldendoodle' and its a mix btw a golden retriever, toy poodle and a cocker spaniel. Ohmygosh, they are SO cute! Kevin instantly said NO WAY! I am not getting a dog that is named a goldendoodle... we will see though... :-)

Ya know how they always say dogs look like their owners? Well I have to find something cute and cuddly just like me. And honestly, who couldn't love a little guy like this???

Our "Mini" Adventure

Phew, I think my adrenaline is still pumping after mine and Kevin's mini adventure. Since we both had to work over the weekend, we were lucky enough to be able to enjoy a fall Monday afternoon in the luxury of one another's company!

I had an awesome Monday off to be honest with you. You see, they offer better classes at the gym during lunchtime on the weekdays; however, since my office is about a 10 min walk away I don't really have time to walk all the way over there, work out, shower and walk all the way back during a lunch break so this working on Sun off on Mon gig, well I think it's going to work nicely for me. Anyhoo, I made it to the gym for an abs class and 'The Skinny Jean Workout' and afterwards I trekked on over to this nail salon for the early bird special and got myself a nice little mani/pedi. My nails are looking very nice and black cherry chutney'ish! :-)

After I get home from my day of pampering awesomeness, Kevin and I decided to try out this zipcar shindig that he has just signed us up for. Now if your not familiar with zipcar, I'll tell you what it's all about. So you sign up and pay a yearly membership and then when you want to take a car out for an hour or two, you just reserve it online, pick it up from the nearest location and then return it when you're done. It's great especially if you want to head out of the city to go to Ikea, Target, etc. In this case, we were going to the Korean supermarket out in Daly city. It's a fairly easy jaunt since we live right by the freeway and its a 7-mile straight shot.

So we putz down the street to pick up "McCree" (yes, all of the zipcars have their own individual names... how cute!) only to discover Mr. McCree is not feeling so hot today and does not want to respond to us. After being on hold with Zipcar for over 15 minutes, they upgrade us to the mini cooper that is also at this location and agree to give us an extra 30 minutes for our joyride. Sweet, thanks Chris! As we're getting off the freeway and heading towards the supermarket, in a fit of giggles I say, "Kevin, please don't take this the wrong way but your driving makes me nautious." It does. I highly recommend never riding in a car with my boyfriend. LOL! Even poor Kev's mom whispered to me after renting a car in Ireland "We know he can't drive very well." Ahh, I am seriously laughing my arse off right now as I write this. So we go do the shopping and as we're walking back to "Madeira" Kevin asks if I want to drive. Ok, sure I say. Oh dear. I should have never ripped on Kev's driving skills because. I (uh, big sigh) drive like a big grandma!!! Seriously. Foot on the gas pedal. Then brake. Then gas. Then brake. You see where I'm going with this. I really hope if the two of us ever reproduce our offspring, they do not inherit either of our driving skills.

But hey, at least my nails look pretty!

Conquering My Life One Day at a Time

Ahh, what a long, yet great week it has been. I'm trying to think of any cool/interesting things that have occurred in my life which I can blog about and to be honest with you, I don't really have too much to report.

On Wednesday night, I went to some networking event after work called 'Taste by the Bay'. It was on some boat by the pier and there were all these yummy restaurants and wineries that participated so you got to eat lots of tiny treats and drink lots of tiny good sips. The best part of my night was meeting the woman who is the chef from the Intercontinental Hotel. She was on the show Top Chef or one of those chef shows or something. And she had these awesome little sandwiches (I think they were pork... its been a few days now, I can't remember.) Anyways so they were delish! And since Kevin is an avid fan of the show, I snagged a couple of the little guys and brought them home to him. (See - I AM a good girlfriend! :-)) Oh and second best part of my night was eating 4 (yes, I said 4) of these mini cupcakes that were UHHHmazing! (Yes, I made up for it the next day by only eating yogurt... hey a girl makes compromises!) So all in all it was a good 'favorite day of the week'!

Thursday, I was super crabby after not working out since Monday so I went to the gym. Unfortunately even the workout did not cure my blues but I kicked those bastards out the door on Friday! :-)

So Friday rolls around, TGIF! For real! Kevin has to participate in this Manager on Duty program for the Reg once a quarter or something so he was scheduled for this weekend. Basically he has to spend the weekend shacked up in the hotel and just roam around at random. So not much fun for him but lots o fun for me! :-) So after enjoying 2 glasses of happy hour wine with a co-worker, I headed over to the Reg to meet up with Kev and enjoy the perks of his weekend duties and dine in the fancy schmancy restaurant. I really only thought the food was mediocre. I had 2 more glasses of wine and was not just a bit tipsy but pretty much drunk after dinner. Damn the Californian altitude!! (WHAT? That is the ONLY valid reasoning I can think of for getting drunk after 4 glasses of wine after extensive drinking training in Ireland.) So we head up to the room afterwards and I decided I wanted to take a bath. Laughing my ass off right now, because I am a major weird-o! Apparently in my drunken stupor, I thought it made sense to marinate my contact lenses in water instead of contact solution. Ummmmmm???? Oh and then I fell asleep in the bathtub. Ok, so I'm not always the sharpest crayon in the box, whatever, at least I have humorous stories to tell! A, guh guh guh guh!!

Anyhow, I've now updated you on my week in case you were wondering what in the heck is that Andrea girl doing?!?!?! Now ya know! Off to enjoy the rest of my night. (Shh, I'm secretly staying in watching reruns of Bill & Guiliana and wishing I had a diet coke right about now.)

I woke up early to blog about this...

Not entirely true. Of course the one day that I wake up with the roosters is the one day that I have left my gym stuff at work and can't go work out in the am. Go figure! So I laid in bed and tried to fall back asleep but it just ain't happening. I figured I might as well make use of my time awake and do my second favorite thing... BLOG!! Wait - hold the phone!!! Food comes before blogging. I like to eat more than blog. Hmm, nope I take that back. I think I prefer to blog more. Ok, ok, ok enough debate as to whether food or blogs are more important in life. Anyways so I thought I would make myself useful this morning and share some more stories/pictures from my San Diego weekend getaway!

I really like taking mini vacays even if its only for a weekend! Kevin and I enjoyed our time in SD by going to Seaworld. LOL, it was actually a lot of fun; albeit, cheesy. Very cheesy! My favorite thing was the Pets Playhouse exhibit. We watched one of the shows and it was very cute. The commentator at one point is talking about one of the doggies girlfriends and this little 6-yr old kid behind us screams "Ewww!" Hahaha... oh children. They really do say the darndest things! There was this other little boy sitting next to me in his daddy's lap (the kid was maybe 1) and he was ogling my bear that Kevin had won for me at the bball shooting game. (Yes, we are that corny that we even played the games!! :-)) I am pretty sure this child will grow up to be a professional bballer. Seriously, the kid was giving me hate stares! Oh, I failed to mention it's a Denver Nuggets bear. That might explain why my intuition tells me he will be a baller. Shock-caller.

We left the fun in Pets Playhouse and headed over to Shamu's abode for his show after that. KS makes me sit in the splash zone and as we're sitting there I'm getting quite nervous about how wet we are going to get. (If you don't know me well enough, I do not do wet. And I can be quite the drama queen when needed. Yes, its true.) So I say to Kevin that I'm going to go up top to watch. He comes with even though I insisted he could stay down there. (Honestly I was just trying to protect him from having to deal with his girlfriend's inner bitch coming out. Oops, pardon the language!) So we move and by this point the stadium is filling up so we have to go alllll the way to the top. I can tell my poor handsome little boyfriend is quite annoyed with me for making us move at the last minute but I believe this was the best option. Besides, I had Louis with me and a mother ALWAYS protects her cubs! So we are sitting up top, waiting for Shamu and all of a sudden this giant seagull takes aim in our direction. N-o-o-o-o-o-o-ooooo, splat! Right smack dab on the girl in front of Kevin. Phew. We barely dodged it. It was disgusting and I couldn't even enjoy the show after that bc I was afraid Mr. Seagull was going to come back to seek revenge on me. (Luckily he did not!) Here is a picture of one of my favorite parts of Seaworld.

Aren't they pretty!! :-)

After our adventures in SW, we headed over to this area called Old Town where there was an art festival going on. It was a really quaint little area. We shopped around and found some cool items. Kevin found this wine glass in one of the shops and he said it was perfect for me. Get ready to laugh your a$$ off!

You might not be able to see it but it says, I want a new ring. Tehehe! We did make this purchase while we were at the art festival. Its a super cute custom painted shower curtain. Apparently I have pretty dece negotiation skills because I convinced the lady to knock $15 off the price! Holla!!
I have to go to work now bc I am probably going to be super late since I decided I just HAD to blog about this at 6.30am so I hope you enjoyed seeing my fun finds and hearing about my travels. Happy Wednesday, blog readers. Its my FAVVVVVVVVORITE day of the week!!

The Gypsy Life

The whole concept of gypsy's amazes me for some reason. I have no idea why. I remember first hearing about gypsys in Ireland. I think it was disability discrimination training. Yes, you can't discriminate against gypsys (ok, I believe the politically correct term here is members of the "travelling community"!) You say potato, I say pa-tah-to. Anyhow, gypsys travel around from place to place and never really settle down anywhere. I guess. Please note that this is completely my own generalisation. And feel free to add your description of a gypsy in the comments section of this post! Long story short, in the EU you are not allowed to discriminate against the deaf, blind, physically disabled, oh and the gypsys... WTF?!?! Well, every time I travel somewhere I am reminded of this certain incident that occurred on mine and Kevin's trip to Budapest involving an entire family of gypsys. (That in itself is a completely different story and if your a good little boy or girl, maybe someday Auntie Andrea will explain it to you!)

Now getting back to reality, I discuss travelling with "members of the travelling community" because travelling with these individuals is one of my biggest pet peeves when on the road. Or by train, plane and any old automobile. So, Kevin and I spent this past weekend in sunny San Diego and 75% of our plane was full of "members of the travelling community" aka gypsys! Nah, I'm just playin with you now. We actually had no interactions at all with hipsy gypsys. But on my weekend little rendezvous, I did take note of some of the things that peeve me when I'm travelling. (I am sure a few of you will most likely agree with me on some of these!)

1) Travelling with Gypsys (wait for Blog Post #547 for the real story to be uncovered!)

2) People who do not turn off their electronic devices for take-off and landing. Ok, I admit, I'm a bit of a Nervous Nancy when I fly and I'm super strict about following all the rules. But seriously, they ask us to do this for a reason. I mean turn that sh&t off for 15 minutes. If the plane goes, down its all these douchies fault that the pilot couldn't communicate and when we're never found, I'm voting that we eat YOU first!

3) Mr. and Mrs. Eager Beaver who stand in line 45 minutes before boarding (at least when flying southwest!) Really? Sit your eagerlicious self down. Your already in the A group and no one is going to steal your thunder!

Ok I guess those are my only real pet peeves. But they really do peeve me. A. LOT. At least #2. Seriously. Power it off. Thank you!

Now I will take the liberty of telling you why some of the most common pet peeves do NOT bother me. To be honest with you, I don't really get peeved at too many things. I work out a lot and I drink a lot of wine. That makes me a pretty happy lil pussycat. Meow!

1) Flight delays - Ok, yes they are a bit annoying but if you think about it, aren't you more concerned with arriving to your destination safely rather than going down in the Hudson on time??? Chillax and grab yourself a drink at the bar. And repeat after me, "I will not let this ruin my day, I will not let this ruin my day." I've never tried this technique but ya never know, it may work!!

2) People with crying babies - they're babies, they're scared. They can't help it. You can. Deal with it. And if your on a longhaul flight, well that's what they make Xanax for!

3) Random seat buddies chatting you up. I actually like chatting with random people bc it helps kill the time until we reach the cruising altitude in which I can turn my handy dandy little ipod on. (You may or may not be noticing a trend that I am a bit apprehensive in the air.) So yes, when I travel I wear a sign on my head that says new friends are welcomed.

Now that I've shared some of my travelling troubles and tips, I would like to hear what irks you the most when your en route to destinationland! Please vote for your biggest pet peeve in my poll!

Confessions to the Botox Man

I thoroughly enjoy working in the hotel business. Every day is different and you get to meet tons of fun/weird/crazy/random/interesting people. Like I've said before, you never know what your going to see or hear next!

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to have a nice long chat with an 80-something year old guest. We will call him Mr. X but I also like to refer to him as 'The Botox Man'. Mr. X has apparently had some kind of surgery. I seriously thought he was maybe 50?! but I know he had to be much much older than this bc he mentioned his 42yr old kid. I know I'm no mathematician but I'm pretty sure he wasn't 10 when he first knocked someone up! Ok, so maybe he's only like late 60's. Still, dude looked good for his age! And NO, I don't mean good like silver stallion good. He was nice Midwestern dad'ish looking. That kind of good.

Anyways, I'm not quite sure how the conversation got to this point but Mr. X and I began discussing weddings. Ohhhhh now I remember how we got to this topic. Mr. X is from St. Louis and I proceeded to tell him about all of the times I've been to the STL. One of them being for Em's bachelor party. (Sorry, I meant -ette. Bachelorette party. She is not a he!)

So Mr. X starts asking me how much it costs to be in a wedding, etc. He then decides to probe me with lifelong questions of whether or not I am married and when I reply "no", he asks if this bothers me. LOL, I think he quite possibly was a psychologist!! So I delve into a complex conversation of how I'm not married and that it doesn't bother me because I don't feel like there is as much pressure in society to get married at a younger age and that I'm happy to enjoy my life as is for the time being. Which is true. I know I yack a lot and am always like 'Oh, Kevin when are you going to propose to me' but truth of the matter is... I'm happy living in sin! This lifestyle works for me. Right now. Of course, I want to get married in a few years but I don't think there is any rush. What bc we've been together for 3 years, travelled to a completely different continent and back is reason enough to get hitched? Nah, when the time is right, we'll know. So I tell Mr. X this. I dunno why. He was easy to talk to. And clearly I don't really have a problem sharing my life with anyone whose interested in hearing about it!

Mr. X also does some confessing to me as well. (Maybe confess is the wrong word... whatever, you get my drift!!) So he tells me about his 3 children and how they are not married and are happy not being married. They are wayyy older too, like late 30's and early 40's. Mr. X doesn't mind that they are not married and there are no grandchildren in the near future. Mrs. X does. (I did meet Mrs. X a little later as well. She is a lovely woman whom I think has had a bit of botox too.) So Mr. X tells me he doesn't mind that his children have not yet borne kids and asks if I ever want kids.

Do I want kids? Hells yeah, 2 girls and a boy!! Kylie, Tessa and Smith. Just kidding. Those are not my future children's names! But yeah someday I want some cute little mini-me's! Mr. X tells me that its okay if I don't want to reproduce my sweet ass genetics (my words, not his) and that its okay to wait a few more years. Thank you for your permission, Mr. X. That is very kind of you.

Now, I'm telling you this story of my confessions with the botox man for 2 reasons. First of all, I don't mind telling Mr. X about my lifestyle choices and I don't mind telling you because I'm super happy with my life right now. I have fun doing what I do, rolling how I roll. I do want a dog. Yup, I think I'm ready for one of those! :-) The rest, ahhh I'll leave that up to fate and let it happen when it happens. And the second reason, well if your considering botox I have to say after seeing how good Mr. and Mrs. X look, I say GO FOR IT!!

Cupcake Dreamland

See, I wasn't dreaming!!!

There really was a cupcake camp... the proof is on this ticket! (You may have to look very closely!)



Damn that food poisoning for ruining all my fun!!! :-/

Dear Cupcake Kate - Thank you for letting me borrow your pictures from the cupcake expo. I needed to prove to my bloggies that I was not just delirious or dreaming.

Cheers, Andrea

I should have been a writer...

By: Andrea S. Yeager

Why do I think I should have been a writer? It's not because I think I'm extremely talented (Although, btw me and you we both know I am ;-) Conceited? No. Confident? Yes!) No but for real now, it's because I (pause) am (pause) inspired by everything around me. Tehehe, gotcha again! Actually I just heard that on some silly commercial on the telly. Now once again, let me attempt to answer the question of why I think I should have been a writer. Well it's because every day, every time I see or do something interesting, I think to myself how I'm going to write about it. Do I blog about? Most likely. Post it on Facebook? That's a good possibility. Tweet? Nah, I'm not really a tweeter (dontcha just love saying that word though???) But if I were a genuine entrepreneur, I would write down all these cool stories, keep them to myself and find a publisher/PR rep that would make me famous!! Well turns out, I am a huge fan of instant gratification (that's why I can't just stop at one glass of wine, why I've never done drugs - I'd most likely get addicted and why I always spend all my retirement money on pretty clothes and expensive handbags... no judging!!) and blogging gives me that instant grat of feeling like I've published my work. Even if it is a free for all on the internet!

SO since I've decided I should have been a writer, I took the liberty of writing down a few interesting things I saw today. Yes, I really did write them down on a piece of paper. I accidentally left it out on my desk at work today too and I really really hope that no one from my office saw it because they will think the new girl is uber weird (which is true) but this is what the list read:

1) 2 men / Italian rest
2) hot chocolate
3) db men

Confessions to the Botox Man

See, there is no way I could ever redeem myself if someone saw a piece of paper like this lying on my desk!! Please continue reading if you would like the deciphering of my coded scribbles. If not, thank you for reading thus far and have a lovely evening! :-)

You really do see a lot of random things working in the hotel industry........

1) 2 men / Italian rest
Okay so it's probably about 8 o'clock in the morning and these 2 men are coming up the stairs to go to a meeting. I hear them as they are on their way up and the conversation goes a little something like this:
Guy 1: "Do you know what kind of restaurant this is we're going to tonight?"
Guy 2: "Yeah, I think it's an Italian spot."
G1: "Yeah, I know that but I mean is it like cas or what?" (Yes, he used the word cas.)
G2: "I think so. I mean I'm just planning on wearing jeans and blah blah blah..."
G1: "Ok, cause I was going to ask what you were wearing."
(And yes, I'm pretty sure both of these men were heterosexual. Maybe this evolution of the modern man explains why I'm still not married at the ripe old age of 28?)

2) hot chocolate
I'm upstairs outside of the restaurant in the hotel and this woman comes up and asks me where she can get a cup of hot chocolate. Again, it's approximately 8.30 in the morning. Woman, you are 40+ years old. Why are you drinking hot chocolate at 8am???
(And maybe this evolution of woman explains why my 30 year old boyfriend is still unmarried! :-))

3)db men
This is more like a question for you bloggies. Why are so many older men douchebags? Now if I had a dollar for how many douchies I meet in a day, I would be able to shop AND save for that retirement fund! And if I slept with all these douchies for triple the money... well, then I'd be a prostitute! Hehehe. Seriously, I'm a really good judge of character and I think I can read people pretty well (another of my many talents!) and db's listen up: it's written all over your face. Capital D. Capital B. Use soap and scrub hard. It's gonna take a while to wash it off!

Confessions to the Botox Man
This is going to be the title of my next blog. Guess you will have to stay tuned to see!!

2 Totally Blog-Worthy Moments of the Day

1) I attempt to wake up at 7am so that I can go to the gym for an 8am class and do a bit of erranding (is that even a word??) before work but as luck would have it, that darn boyfriend of mine (I think he is secretly trying to sabotage my fitness routine!) turned my alarm clock off. So after waking at approx 8am and sending Kevin off to work on the schoolbus, lunchbox and all (i kid) I decided that I still had time to squeeze in an outdoor run before heading into work. I hop into the lift, pick up other random workout dude and get to the ground floor. As we exit out the lift, random dude turns right and I head to the left to go out the back of our building. (I like to run by the docks that look like Amsterdam... if you've ever seen pics I've posted from the back of my building.) WELL. Remember Bob Vance aka Liam from a few blogs back??? So I see the back of him walking down the hall. He turns around as I'm walking that way and he looks straight at me and says "Can you help me. I'm lost. I live in Mission Bay." Dude is completely incoherent, front of his shirt is soaking wet and the back of his boxer shorts are ripped. (No, I do not kid.) He's then like "Can you help me, I think I got mugged." So I'm like umm, okay. (Heart is thumping bc I mean let's face it, this is totally weird!!) Luckily I see a janitor guy cleaning out the leasing office so I point to him and say "Sure this guy down here can help you find your way home." What the f was I supposed to do??? So I hauled ass outta there cause the whole thing was just entirely too weird for me! Seriously!?!?!

2) I'm working another event tonight for work. This one completely different from last night. The crowd, we'll say, was a little less elite to put it nicely. So the cash bar opens at 5pm and then the event begins at 5.30 with passed champagne (complimentary). Its an event hosted by a radio station which is a reception for people who won some sort of contest. Ingrid Michaelson played (She's so cute!) and then the drinking continued. Around 6.50pm, I glance at the table next to me where these 3 heinous cougars had been hanging out drinking (and by drinking, I mean chugging) the comp champers and 1 of the heffers had puked all over the table. (Again, I do not kid.)

It was a very random day.

On the plus side... it was SO cold on the way home, that I had to stop at Whole Foods and get a hot chocolate to continue on my long (30 min max) journey home. :-) I have a love/hate relationship with HC. It's one of the few things I truly enjoy about cold weather but it's ridiculous how many calories those little bastards contain! Ah well, you only live once and I'm living la vida loca with my hot choc-o-lat!

Dislikes: Chardonnay

I don't. I just can't do Chardonnay. I'm more of a Sauvignon Blanc/Pinot Grigio kinda gal. That was the good thing about being stationed in Ireland is if you were at an event (not like I ever really went to any so in this case we'll say when your at a restaraunt or perhaps BAR!) but the house white that was always served always seemed to be SB. Here, its the Chard. Bleeeeeck -- Nottafan! :-(

So I enjoyed a glass of piss (oops, I mean chard) while working an event at the hotel this evening. It was a really cool event called 'Top 20 under 40' and it featured these Top 20 people that were featured in San Francisco's 7x7 magazine. You'll never guess what I did for this event either!! Ran the Facebook booth. Yup, I heart my new job. Tehehe. So I basically got to stand around and chat with SF hotties and get them to become fans of the W SF on Facebook. Loooooove it! (Again, picture this said in a sing-song voice!)

And although I'm super loving my new job, I'm discovering the challenges of getting anything accomplished elsewhere in my life. I haven't really gotten into a routine so I haven't been able to get a gym/work schedule going. I'm still waiting on my first paycheck so I can buy some basic necessities in life (you know like clothes that fit, manis/pedis, a cool new gym bag, Nintendo wii, etc etc... I think you get my drift!) But is (this is supposed to sound ghetto, like it's but without the t) cool, things will all start to fall into place eventually.

Unfortunately, I didn't meet anyone too interesting/weird or funny-named to blog about this evening. Bummer, sorry this post is going to be uber lame! But you always have to have a few lame-o ones thrown in there. It's like with your favorite tv shows. Ok, so Friends is probably my all-time fave tv show and I always hated it when they would show episodes that backtrack past episodes or clips and nothing new or cool would evolve from it. For instance, the Thanksgiving episode where they each have stories of their worst tg's. I'm just not a fan of that one. Sorry bout the side-track. This is a lame blog post. End of discussion. OH but there were these trannies (if you could even call them this) that were dressed up in costume and running around the event this evening. Sorry, Lis (short for Alissa, last name Bernardi) but I am TOOOTALLY going to win this tranny count contest. Hands down in this city! But yes so these she-men were prancing about the place and one of them smelled of major B.O. Ewww! (Body Odor, in case you didn't know.) Yes, it was quite disgusting.

Anyhoo, that was Dre-dogg's day in a nutshell. Not too much is on the agenda for this weekend. A new friend (I think I use that term entirely too loosely) from work invited me and Kevin to a party tomm night but I'm not sure if we'll go cause K-dogg has to work on Saturday. Stupid Reg, let my boyfriend have a day off!! :-( Saturday is designated as errand day and Sundays are great bc they have Bloody Mary written all over them. Yesssssssssssss!

His name was....

Toad.

Yes, that's correct. I don't know who this Toad character is to be quite honest with you. I was on a conference call with him today at work. (Yes, my first day back into the real world and I'm interacting with homosapiens named Toad... Really? Is this my life?)

Luckily I only needed to be physically present for this call so I got to stifle giggles into my new BCBG sweater the entire time. And it's a good thing too, I dunno if I could have handled having to participate in conversations that involved arranging co-workers volunteering to dumpster dive. (These Californians are crazy about being all eco!!)

Other than starting my day off with toads and dumpster-divas, I had a relatively uneventful but good first day of work. I am hoping that typical Monday mornings begin like this!

After work, I met up with Kevin and some friends from oot (out of town.) Insert shout out to Maartje and Rainer!! So good to see you and can't wait to come visit you with all the bearsy bears in Aspen!! They live in Aspen in case u are a little slow and did not catch that from my last remark. But Maartje worked with us in Dublin. So I'm still a bit sick from the fpbs (read my last blog) and since we are old and have to work tommorrow, we called it an early night. It was however a successful and fun day!!

I want to crawl under my covers now and fall into lullabyeland. Please pray that I feel better tomm because I am still not quite hooked up on the whole health insurance thing so I can't really afford to be sick right now. Literally. I'm going to be chillin wit all those crackheads waiting in line for free healthcare... wahhhhhhhhh, save meeeeeeeee!!

I got bloody food poisoning!!

YESSSSSSSS! It was so f'ing obnoxious. Although, I have to say I had always kind of wondered what it was like and when I would hear people saying they had "food poisoning", I secretly thought to myself "I bet they're really just being a big p*ssy!" What? I'm just being honest!!

So anyways I blame it on the Chinese food that I ate on Friday evening. Kevin thinks it was the crab at the tourist trap we had lunch at on Saturday. Either way, I will most likely NOT being eating either of those two foods for a long time coming! Anyhow, we both ended up having a case of this fpbs (food poisoning bull sh*t) only mine was a little bit worse than Kev's. Both ours and Kevin's friend + girlfriend were complaining of stomachaches on Sat night (we'd been hanging out w/ them all weekend) but I kind of just wrote it off thinking I would feel much better in the morning. OHHH NO! I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I forgot what the crap those were like. And they are heinous. I was freeeeeezing. I had probably 6 sweaters, 24 pairs of socks and 2 pairs of sweatpants, was wrapped up in the blankets and was still shivering. This went on for a good 4 hours where I would wake up, shed my eskimo gear cause I was sweating bullets, put eskimo gear back on bc I was freezing again, etc etc. You get the picture.

Well after a day of recuperation, you will be happy to hear that I am feeling much better at 11pm although still not quite 100%! I was so bummed that it ruined my day. I have my first actual day at work tomm and I was hoping to get a lot of things done today. Plus there were fun street fairs that I wanted to check out. Oh and there was this f'ing cupcake festival (hmmm... maybe I dreamt that last part up in my fever-induced state!)

Well off to beddy boo for me. Gots to get myself in prime shape to wow those folk at the W in the morning. Yay to new jobs! And boo to fp! :-( Get outta here fool, we don't want none of your kind!

tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really want!!

So I've been super busy lately (lie) and haven't had a chance to update the old bloggaroo. Truthfully though, I have had quite a packed weekend and can't believe it's already Saturday night. The weekend is already about to come to an end. :-( Ew. Where has it gone, where has it gone?

Yesterday I was super lame. I woke up at 4am on Friday morning after a Thursday night spent shaking up margaritas and making some delish fish tacos with my bf named Kevin. So I wanted to go take a class at the gym at 12.15 but as luck would have it, I decided to fall back asleep on the couch around 11.30 and woke up at 1pm having missed my class. Motha Effa!!! KS calls as I'm about to embark into the real world and go to this fabulous world of Equinox (yes, I did get to join! Kevin got the good lovin' for fronting me the loan to sign up!! :-)) Anyhow, he was able to get off early on Friday and since he had some friends in town I decided I would skip the gymbo, head out for some afternoon beverages and check out some new spots in SF. Following is my report of my new finds!

Waterbar: this is a nice little bar located off the Embarcadero where you can sit outside and indulge in a few nicely priced Happy Hour bevvies while taking in an amazing view of the Bay Bridge. 4**** but only if you partake during Happy Hour otherwise I think it would be a little too overpriced.

After our afternoon delights, we headed over to the Palace Hotel (Starwood Luxury Collection property) and had a mediocre bloody mary in the bar. I highly recommend the bar there. It has a total European feel to it reminded me of the bar in the Prince de Galles hotel in Paris. Kevin said it reminded him of the bar in the Westin Madrid. I agree to disagree with him on this. We then ventured out into BFE (bum f%^&# egypt, for those of you who don't what BFE stands for!) for some Chinese food. Since the place did not take reservations we had to put our name down and decided to head across the street to a nice little Irish pub for old time's sake for an apertif. By the time we had dinner, the food was good but then again I was dri-zunk at this point and probably would have thought a bowl of Lucky Charms was the best thing I had ever tasted. Needless to say after drinking since 4 in the afternoon, we made our way back to 355 Berry St after dinner and called it a night. Loooooooosers!

Saturday morning we headed over to the farmer's market at the Ferry Building. It was okay. My bf really enjoys going to farmers markets but I don't really get this whole fixation. I enjoyed a nice piece of fruit from here. We then wanted to head down towards Fisherman's Wharf and decided to ride on the back of one of those bikes that people drive. I grinned like a 12 yr old girl getting winked at the entire time. Lunch was devoured in a little tourist trap called the crab house (3***) and we even got a show from the sea lions while we were there. The sea lions remind me of giant slugs. Do you know what a slug is? I remember when I was a little girl, I used to pour salt on them and watch them shrivel up and die. Ohmygosh, can u say 'devil child!'

Well we putzed around for a little bit after that and then came back to our humble abode with Kev's friends. Nothing cool happened and then we went to dinner. Side note: why does it seem like my life consists of eating food??? Well we went to this awesome place called NOPA for dinner. I. LOVED. IT. The food was so amazing. If you are ever in San Francisco, you have to check this place out. Flatbread. Must. Burger. Must. Pork Chops. Must. End of story.

Now I'm chillaxin and catching up on some much needed tivo time. My new favorite show is Modern Family. Write that down. Busy day awaits tommorrow. I need to find some new shoes for my first day of work on Monday, yay! There are also some fun street fairs I want to check out: Castro Street Fair http://www.castrostreetfair.org/ and Oktoberfest by the Bay http://www.oktoberfestbythebay.com/
Stay tuned and I will let you know how that goes!

Toodles Magoo!!