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It was 100 degrees in San Francisco yesterday but we DID NOT PANIC. Instead, we bought about thirty fans and placed them strategically about the hot, hot apartment. Then we left.
In other news, Patrick Coleman (food editor-in-charge-or-something-super-important from the Mercury) was here this weekend and asked me out (not in that way internet) for burritos and I was forced to decline. This made me so sad because although I give him shit on Blogtown ALL THE TIME he still wants to be my friend for some unknown reason and now I want to hug him. Right now. Patrick, get ready to be hugged.
And when Rob Simonsen (music writer for the Mercury) was in town last week-ish we had a dog emergency and I was forced to decline there, too. AAAAND his friend and my Twitter friend Michael “Plumpy” Plump keeps asking me to get ice cream and I keep saying no because I am an asshole. Who says no to ice cream with Plumpy? Communists, that’s who.
All this declining of thoughtful invitations has been circumstantial, yes, but I have to admit I’m feeling less than social again. I don’t know why. I haven’t felt like blogging either, obviously. Usually, this would be because I felt anxious or fat or whatever, but that’s not it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the Effexor. Maybe it’s San Francisco. Getting out helps, I know.
We went to a Giant’s game on Saturday and I had chosen the option to send the tickets to my cell phone because yay technology! Before we left I plugged my phone in to charge it and well, you can see where I’m going with this….I thought Dane was going to strangle me with the dirty limbs of a poor person when we got to the park and I realized I’d forgotten my phone but then suddenly an angel appeared before us in the guise of a middle aged ex ballplayer sports fan guy and gave us two tickets on the lower deck. For reals. FOR REALS.
Thank you, Giant’s jersey wearing Oakley sunglasses sporting middle aged hair parted down the middle guy. You saved our marriage.
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I miss you and I wish that I were in SF so that you could decline things with me.
How was the game? Did you eat garlic fries and mustard. This is how I experience the sports — through food.
What the hell, that’s how I experience life.
The game was okay. I ate cinnamon almonds and a beer. Dane ate a hot dog, peanuts, nachos, and mint chocolate chip ice cream. And a beer.
He wanted to go back for fish and chips but I said no honey, I don’t want to clean up the puke on the muni.
YEAH DUDE, let’s be friends, then I can show you all the best parts of SF and you won’t hate it so much. Like the place in the Marina that has the best veggie burgers in the entire world and is one of the only reasons to ever go to the Marina. I’m keeping the name a secret until you hang out with me. SEE WHAT I’M DOING? It’s like blackmail, kinda.
ALSO, if you need more friend references, you can ask Alison Hallet and she will most likely tell you I am a “solid bro,” or something along those lines, but probably she’ll use a phrase that doesn’t sound so fratty. Although, one time I totally busted her referring to me as an acquaintance instead of a friend, so if she does that, I want to know about because it’s TOTALLY NOT NICE, THANKS.
I LOVE VEGGIE BURGERS.
Thursday night. Get ready to meet me socially. And Dane.
I’m going to plan my outfit now.
You love sports! I knew it!
A few things: one does not clean puke on the muni. It’s like a special treat for the morning commuters.
2) I’d like to meet Plumpy. If for no other reason than to hear him say Solid Bro.
Solid Bro.
I’m going to use that in a sentence today.
#solidbro
Or just hashtag it.
Always go back for the fish and chips, Dane. Always go back for the fish and chips.
Melissa: I will be in Portland next on 6/29 or so for about a week. I love meeting strangers. LETS DO THIS THING. Sometime between now and then I’ll send you a message on an as-yet-undecided social network. You won’t know which one until it’s happened, so you’ll have to remain vigilant. (Here’s a small hint: it won’t be capcom-unity.com.)
Plumpy: I’m trying to bring back Friendster. I’d need to find my log-in, but might that be a social network to check?
Are you on the twitters?
“Hair parted down the middle…”
I love it. It’s the little things…
Do people still use Friendster?
Eff that, I’m bringing back MakeOutClub. Does that site even still exist?
My friend Michael Plump is a solid bro. He makes the fanciest cake, and he even once sent me a THANK YOU card.
I have nothing to say about anything today but I was here and I thought you should know.
Hi!!!!
I saw this today and thought of you
http://www.self.com/beauty/blogs/selfstylesecrets/2009/05/love-21-a-grownup-look-with-fo.html
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