Every time I write, I resolve that it has been too long and that I need to write more often. But then my life gets in the way. So I just write when I can.
There was a weekend in July when I was going home and I took Allie to stay at a friend's house. I had to take two buses to get there and on the second bus it was a little crowded. I had Allie and my suitcase and Allie's carrier, needlesstosay, I was a bit of a mess. And I went to get off the bus and some man handed me something, I assumed it fell out of my bag or pocket and took it and left. Then I read it. It was a yellow post-it that said: Hi, I'm Jeffrey, Have dinner with me when you return. And then his phone number. I never called. Honestly, I should really pay more attention because I couldn't even tell you what Jeffrey looked like.
I got engaged since my last post!! I was having a pretty stressful week, where things were not going my way. Which never happens because I am the luckiest girl in the world. But for some reason, things were just not working in my favor. And I had planned on taking the first flight out on August 23 but missed my flight...my super shuttle driver was 20 minutes late picking me up and then we had to pick up 5 other people and by the time he made it (via side streets) to the airport, I was too late. So I had to wait for a flight at 10 something. Luckily, the guy working at the gate was so nice and calmed me down. Tim picked me up from the airport and I made him run an errand with me. And then we drove to the top of the hill by my parent's house where he had carved T + C into a tree and he was freaking out! I could sense his anxiety and just started talking. I have no idea what I said. But little miss chatty over here wouldn't shut up and I am sure it was not helping. And then when we got to the top of the hill and were walking around I finally just said, "what's wrong with you?" then he pulled out a little ring box and I asked, "whatt're you doing right now?" and since I had essentially spoiled any bit of romance in that moment....he very sweetly asked if I would marry him. And then gave me the prettiest ring I have ever seen. We flew back east and told him whole family! It was great!!
There have been some interesting adventures on the N Judah lately. I had one guy who was very drunk trying to find the Castro (note: the N Judah does not go through the Castro) and he got mad at some dude who apparently gave him bad directions. I told him where to go but that he had to walk up a huge hill and he said, "I don't like hills." Then you're not gonna get to the Castro, buddy.
There was also a guy who came up to me on the bus and said something really quietly and I couldn't hear him so I said so. His response was, "can I have your phone number?" and I told him I was taken and he said, "but you don't really like that guy, do you?" Then I said yes, I do and he yelled, "damn!" and got off the bus at that stop. Super creepy.
My friend Courtney and I went to a bar awhile ago and we were talking with a group of people and one of the guys came over to say bye to his friends. And introduced himself to me and then told me to have a safe passage through life. We also got stopped while walking to that bar by some man in a parking lot. He had his trunk open and was looking for something then saw us and said, "I have something for you. I'm Russian." I'm pretty sure Courtney and I did our best to get away as quickly as possible..no one will ever know what he had for us..probably for the best.
Whelp, goodnight.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Summatime
Being home for any long period of time makes me nervous because of what happened last summer. But, good news - I came back to my apartment and everything was here! Safe and sound.
While I was home we celebrated Tim's birthday. We had a nice dinner and for after dinner I had planned a surprise with his friends at the bay to set off Chinese sky lanterns. He has wanted to do them for awhile and I thought it would be fun. No event is complete without a little batch of crazy...we were all having a great time and way in the distance we hear, "FIRE!!! FIRE!!!" Up comes this crazy woman yelling at us that we are gonna burn boats and houses down and that we are "gonna arrested". She asked some vacationers for a phone and they said they didn't have one so she proceeded to yell "POLICE! FIRE! 911!!" We kept lighting them off....and a short time later someone came running up and said, "she got a hold of a phone! You guys might wanna clean up!" We packed up our stuff and walked down the alley to one of his friend's houses and sat on the patio for awhile. Sure enough, the police came, drove right past us, looked at the beach for a bit, then left. Nothing like breaking the law for a bit of good luck and wishes. Turns out, they work. We did have good luck. No one arrested.
Speaking of luck, we all know I am the luckiest girl in the world! I won tickets to an Artist Den showing of Imagine Dragons. It was a fairly small show, larger than I thought but it felt really intimate. And they recorded for PBS, it'll be on August 11. They are awesome, if you ever have a chance to see them, do it. My luck intensifies when I am with Kelly. We went to the Padre game to get pet bandanas, got there too late and missed them. I know, you think that means I am not lucky. But here is the lucky part: we ended up with 2 bandanas, free golf, two nights in Cabo, free dinner, and free parking. Then two weeks later, I got two more bandanas. Amazing.
Now I am back in the City and so of course the craziness ensues. My friend, Sophie and I were going to grab a bite to eat the other day after seeing Superman. (note: I was wearing a coral colored shirt, shocker, I always wear coral) and this man says that the color looks so nice on me. So I said thank you and he said: "Are you an Aries? Your sign? Aries right?" I said no, I am a Libra. And he responded with: Oh, you're very calming.
I am gonna leave with this quote from Tim, "Like Jesus had a lot to live up to, but you're like a girl and you have a lot to live up to."
While I was home we celebrated Tim's birthday. We had a nice dinner and for after dinner I had planned a surprise with his friends at the bay to set off Chinese sky lanterns. He has wanted to do them for awhile and I thought it would be fun. No event is complete without a little batch of crazy...we were all having a great time and way in the distance we hear, "FIRE!!! FIRE!!!" Up comes this crazy woman yelling at us that we are gonna burn boats and houses down and that we are "gonna arrested". She asked some vacationers for a phone and they said they didn't have one so she proceeded to yell "POLICE! FIRE! 911!!" We kept lighting them off....and a short time later someone came running up and said, "she got a hold of a phone! You guys might wanna clean up!" We packed up our stuff and walked down the alley to one of his friend's houses and sat on the patio for awhile. Sure enough, the police came, drove right past us, looked at the beach for a bit, then left. Nothing like breaking the law for a bit of good luck and wishes. Turns out, they work. We did have good luck. No one arrested.
Speaking of luck, we all know I am the luckiest girl in the world! I won tickets to an Artist Den showing of Imagine Dragons. It was a fairly small show, larger than I thought but it felt really intimate. And they recorded for PBS, it'll be on August 11. They are awesome, if you ever have a chance to see them, do it. My luck intensifies when I am with Kelly. We went to the Padre game to get pet bandanas, got there too late and missed them. I know, you think that means I am not lucky. But here is the lucky part: we ended up with 2 bandanas, free golf, two nights in Cabo, free dinner, and free parking. Then two weeks later, I got two more bandanas. Amazing.
Now I am back in the City and so of course the craziness ensues. My friend, Sophie and I were going to grab a bite to eat the other day after seeing Superman. (note: I was wearing a coral colored shirt, shocker, I always wear coral) and this man says that the color looks so nice on me. So I said thank you and he said: "Are you an Aries? Your sign? Aries right?" I said no, I am a Libra. And he responded with: Oh, you're very calming.
I am gonna leave with this quote from Tim, "Like Jesus had a lot to live up to, but you're like a girl and you have a lot to live up to."
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Another Saturday Night
Nothin like blogging on a Saturday night...I know what you're thinking, I am out of control and need to settle down!
It's been two months since my last post, to the day. Crazy! I went to Hawaii with my mom the week of her birthday. And where better to be approached by the creepest man ever than at the grocery store in Kona while with my mom. He was on the beach earlier that day and my uncle told us he was kinda weird but at the store I didn't make the connection. Otherwise I would have done a better job avoiding him. But alas, he came over to me...of course. And I was wearing pink shorts and didn't even notice that my toes were painted pink. So that was his line. He asked if I painted my toes to match my shorts and if I did it everyday cause that would be adorable. I said no and that I didn't even notice that was the case. My mom and I started walking out of the store and he followed and then asked if I lived in Kona and I said no, California and he asked if I lived near....I can't remember where...but I said no. Then he asked if I had been proposed to yet. Uh, no sir. And as he is asking all these questions my mom and I are walking quickly to the car and then I blocked the sidewalk with the shopping cart and ran into the car. We saw him at the beach the next day but he didn't say anything, I guess he got the hint with my block and run tactic. Phew!
Back in San Francisco....Adventures on the N Judah (and the 47):
1) A severely obese woman got on the bus the other day and good for her, she rode her bike to the bus stop. Well, she sits across from me and is on the phone. She ends the conversation and in one motion, puts the phone down her shirt while grabbing a large muffin, still in the wrapper like from Walgreens, and proceeds to open and eat it. I never would have known there was a muffin there...and who keeps muffins in their bra?! To each their own, I guess. The guy next to me and I were pretty surprised, I wonder what else is down her shirt....or maybe I shouldn't even think about such things. Brings new meaning to the term "muffin top".
2) A group of kids, maybe 6 of them got on the bus and were standing around where I was sitting. By kids, I mean 15 year old boys, which we all know are kids....the one standing next to me thinks it's a good idea to lean on me while he stands on his tippy toes in order to tag the top of the bus. So I do what anyone would do and move so that he trips slightly. But not enough to put together that it was me and not the bus cause I am not about to mess with a group of teenage taggers. That was weird.
3) There was a guy who got on the bus at about 10am and sat across the aisle from me. He opened a bottle of wine, not the twist off cap kind, like with a wine bottle opener and uncorked it. And then just drank straight out of the bottle. I like his style.
4) This group of three people were on the bus and the youngest one was on something and was jumping on the chairs and doing pull ups on the bar.
5) One day I was eating a granola bar. It was delicious. The bus came to a sharp stop and some guy took that as an opportunity to talk to me for 15 minutes about my granola bar, other kinds of granola and granola bars, kinds of peanut, almond, and macadamia nut butters...neat.
You just never know what is going to happen on the buses here....
It's been two months since my last post, to the day. Crazy! I went to Hawaii with my mom the week of her birthday. And where better to be approached by the creepest man ever than at the grocery store in Kona while with my mom. He was on the beach earlier that day and my uncle told us he was kinda weird but at the store I didn't make the connection. Otherwise I would have done a better job avoiding him. But alas, he came over to me...of course. And I was wearing pink shorts and didn't even notice that my toes were painted pink. So that was his line. He asked if I painted my toes to match my shorts and if I did it everyday cause that would be adorable. I said no and that I didn't even notice that was the case. My mom and I started walking out of the store and he followed and then asked if I lived in Kona and I said no, California and he asked if I lived near....I can't remember where...but I said no. Then he asked if I had been proposed to yet. Uh, no sir. And as he is asking all these questions my mom and I are walking quickly to the car and then I blocked the sidewalk with the shopping cart and ran into the car. We saw him at the beach the next day but he didn't say anything, I guess he got the hint with my block and run tactic. Phew!
Back in San Francisco....Adventures on the N Judah (and the 47):
1) A severely obese woman got on the bus the other day and good for her, she rode her bike to the bus stop. Well, she sits across from me and is on the phone. She ends the conversation and in one motion, puts the phone down her shirt while grabbing a large muffin, still in the wrapper like from Walgreens, and proceeds to open and eat it. I never would have known there was a muffin there...and who keeps muffins in their bra?! To each their own, I guess. The guy next to me and I were pretty surprised, I wonder what else is down her shirt....or maybe I shouldn't even think about such things. Brings new meaning to the term "muffin top".
2) A group of kids, maybe 6 of them got on the bus and were standing around where I was sitting. By kids, I mean 15 year old boys, which we all know are kids....the one standing next to me thinks it's a good idea to lean on me while he stands on his tippy toes in order to tag the top of the bus. So I do what anyone would do and move so that he trips slightly. But not enough to put together that it was me and not the bus cause I am not about to mess with a group of teenage taggers. That was weird.
3) There was a guy who got on the bus at about 10am and sat across the aisle from me. He opened a bottle of wine, not the twist off cap kind, like with a wine bottle opener and uncorked it. And then just drank straight out of the bottle. I like his style.
4) This group of three people were on the bus and the youngest one was on something and was jumping on the chairs and doing pull ups on the bar.
5) One day I was eating a granola bar. It was delicious. The bus came to a sharp stop and some guy took that as an opportunity to talk to me for 15 minutes about my granola bar, other kinds of granola and granola bars, kinds of peanut, almond, and macadamia nut butters...neat.
You just never know what is going to happen on the buses here....
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Who Even Writes Blogs?
Apparently not me....at least not lately, anyway. Where to even start, so much has happened! I'll start with a couple little stories that happened before the New Year.
My friend Sophie and I went to what I thought was going to be a really fun Christmas party. We got all dolled up and went out on a rainy night. Anddd it was a bust. So we went to one of my favorite bars in the city....drank way to much (thanks to the bartender who kept the drinks coming)...and on the car ride home, I was VERY chatty. When we got to my house she turned to me and said, rather forcefully, get out!. Then we both laughed about it...but deep down...I know she was ready for me to go home. It was time.
There was another night when I went to meet my friend, Matt, for dinner. It was pretty cold and we were meeting at a gastropub that isn't too far from where I live. I was walking fairly quickly around a corner on Haight when a pretty plump man stopped me with, "you're cute. Come over here and rub my nipples!" I did what I do and ran away. It was a smart move.
On New Years, I was out with Sophie and Tim at a place called Union in Encinitas. Sophie was stoked cause she met some dude named, Landon from Real World. (I don't know him) There was a girl in the group next to me, she was all dressed up and having a good time with a group of other people. Then she came over and asked if I was seeing someone because she wanted to set me up with some dude in her group. I told her I was and pointed to Tim, who was standing right by me. And she was like, "oh well this guy that I am with is a great guy". okayyyy.....so we hang out for a bit and then decide we are full up on fun and it's time to go. As we are walking out, I look over at this "great guy" who now has his shirt fully unbottoned, kinda swaying back and forth, then says to me, "you're missing out." Yeah, no.
I'm going to do an entire entry on Thailand...it would make this one way too long!
I was on the bus last week and there was a guy on there who was so funny. I am going to guess he's about 24 or so. He was dressed in a blazer, jeans, dress shoes, and had a cane. The cane was nothing more than a prop, but I bet he was happy he had it when the bus stopped suddenly and he fell. Then he just sat where he fell acting like he meant to do it. When he stood up he explained, loudly, to two guys standing by him that he wrote a song that morning and proceeded to sing it. The two guys walked away. He followed. He ended up standing in front of me hanging from the bar, legs dangling, cane swinging, non-stop talking. At the next stop he noticed a sweater someone else was wearing and offered to trade his blazer for the cardigan. The guy respectfully declined. So he says, offer number 2! My shoes for your shoes. Declined, who knows where either of their feet have been. And his third and final offer, your sunglasses for my watch. I thought this was a fair trade but the guy was not a good sport and declined. Then he turns to me and says: Is it time for our song and dance?! Unfortunately, we were at my stop. I wonder what we would have sang? Imagine someone very theatrical doing this and with a sort of mock accent...a nice way to fill time on the bus ride.
I'm gonna end tonight on that note. I have more but I will save them for another day.
My friend Sophie and I went to what I thought was going to be a really fun Christmas party. We got all dolled up and went out on a rainy night. Anddd it was a bust. So we went to one of my favorite bars in the city....drank way to much (thanks to the bartender who kept the drinks coming)...and on the car ride home, I was VERY chatty. When we got to my house she turned to me and said, rather forcefully, get out!. Then we both laughed about it...but deep down...I know she was ready for me to go home. It was time.
There was another night when I went to meet my friend, Matt, for dinner. It was pretty cold and we were meeting at a gastropub that isn't too far from where I live. I was walking fairly quickly around a corner on Haight when a pretty plump man stopped me with, "you're cute. Come over here and rub my nipples!" I did what I do and ran away. It was a smart move.
On New Years, I was out with Sophie and Tim at a place called Union in Encinitas. Sophie was stoked cause she met some dude named, Landon from Real World. (I don't know him) There was a girl in the group next to me, she was all dressed up and having a good time with a group of other people. Then she came over and asked if I was seeing someone because she wanted to set me up with some dude in her group. I told her I was and pointed to Tim, who was standing right by me. And she was like, "oh well this guy that I am with is a great guy". okayyyy.....so we hang out for a bit and then decide we are full up on fun and it's time to go. As we are walking out, I look over at this "great guy" who now has his shirt fully unbottoned, kinda swaying back and forth, then says to me, "you're missing out." Yeah, no.
I'm going to do an entire entry on Thailand...it would make this one way too long!
I was on the bus last week and there was a guy on there who was so funny. I am going to guess he's about 24 or so. He was dressed in a blazer, jeans, dress shoes, and had a cane. The cane was nothing more than a prop, but I bet he was happy he had it when the bus stopped suddenly and he fell. Then he just sat where he fell acting like he meant to do it. When he stood up he explained, loudly, to two guys standing by him that he wrote a song that morning and proceeded to sing it. The two guys walked away. He followed. He ended up standing in front of me hanging from the bar, legs dangling, cane swinging, non-stop talking. At the next stop he noticed a sweater someone else was wearing and offered to trade his blazer for the cardigan. The guy respectfully declined. So he says, offer number 2! My shoes for your shoes. Declined, who knows where either of their feet have been. And his third and final offer, your sunglasses for my watch. I thought this was a fair trade but the guy was not a good sport and declined. Then he turns to me and says: Is it time for our song and dance?! Unfortunately, we were at my stop. I wonder what we would have sang? Imagine someone very theatrical doing this and with a sort of mock accent...a nice way to fill time on the bus ride.
I'm gonna end tonight on that note. I have more but I will save them for another day.
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