2006-12-04

um, the almond croissants are the ones with almonds on top...

So, I think I may be a bad person because I never remember to call people that I am obligated to call. You all know how I stayed with some family friends in Santa Cruz for a few months before moving to San Jose? I hadn't called them since I moved out. Paddy even asked about them, which just made me feel worse, because then you start thinking, "hmm, maybe it will be awkward because I haven't kept up with that...I'll just do it later." So then later never comes, because it only gets worse. Anyway, I saw them this weekend. I went out there on Saterday after working on my "statement of purpose" for grad school (I know, a week and a half before it needs to be in the mail). Their son-in-law is in a ska/punk band that was playing in at a biker bar in the mountains around there, so I drove the wife out there (the husband didn't want to go). It was interesting, especially because I was taking a very middle-aged woman who looks very much like somebody's mother. I felt good that I was able to take her because I don't think she often escapes being the designated driver.

I drove from there to SF to hang out with Paddy, who amused me because for all his excitement at the "character" of his neighborhood, he refuses to eat at almost all of the restaurants and has become a coffee snob to boot. I secretly don't blame him much (because most of them are kinda gross), but I do like to tease him about it. Admittedly, you can get a uniquely nasty meal in San Francisco, or a great one. The wierd thing about that city is the fact that a place is crowded has almost no corolation to the quality of the food. Most of the time, it just means that it is relatively cheap, but other times, it is a complete mystery. Case in point--the photoshop curry house that I wrote about a while ago (I'm too lazy to link it and I don't remember how--sorry). Then last weekend, we went to this brunch place that is always filled with hipsters. Horrid food. Weirdest huevos rancheros I have ever had--an egg over easy that was practically glued to a corn tortilla with a bit of tasteless cheese. We went to a coffee shop yesterday where the barista couldn't tell the difference between a blueberry muffin and a cranberry one (hint, blueberries are blue). I can't even tell you how long it took him to realize that the croissants with almonds on top, were, in fact, almond croissants. I just don't get it.

xanthium at 1:37 p.m.

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