Each day was crisp, and the scant sun that fought through was devoured by all.
"San Francisco is a
den of iniquity." – My Grandfather
Fisherman's Wharf.
Dirty hippies are there too, but I'm just being
sentimental.
Lindsay's birthday dinner, after the fact, but still in honor. So young, so much life ahead of her.
Deanna and I toast to food touring with our virgin drinks. Is that Mike Kershnar at that table back there?
Happy Birth-Daaaay!
There are WAY more photos like this outside of restaurants, but I will spare you. Millennium is hands down the best vegan restaurant in California, and hence, probably the best on the west coast. So if you are vegan, make the pilgrimage, and be ready to spend some dough, it's fancy.
Have you ever made out for 2.5 hours? Straight kissing for over 2 hours with scant attempts at a boob or bun grab?
Berkeley, another hippie epicenter, Stacy tried my
shred-sled, and in the process discovered she's mongo. Deanna said, "You're pushing mongo!" And Lindsay said, "I wouldn't even know how to
pedal one of those things."
(If you're in Berkeley, go to
Cinnaholic.)
Into the Napa Valley on a food mission. Downtown Napa is fairly trife. 50 percent of the businesses were shut-down and empty. We asked a skater kid working at a hotel what there was to do here, and he said, "Nothing." We stopped at the visitor center to look for something inappropriate to do.
Boo-Ya, cheesy-puss! Why did she choose Swiss cheese eh?
Stacy shows us her wine rack, (What middle-aged woman would buy that and wear it around?) while Lindsay looks for something innapropriate to do - you can see she wants in on the action, even though she hates having her photo taken.
Went antique shopping. You know you're over-the-hill when that's a good time. I bought an army song book from 1941. Pretty epic knowing the lyrics to all these famous songs we grow up hearing.
This was 3 bucks but I didn't buy it. I wanted to see what was inside, and now I never will.
Menu-check, - check!
Stacy, getting mildy innapropriate.
Let me dip your head into this wonderful park.
"A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star." –Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Stacy on the
moods swings. If your pants are lavender, it means you have clarity and are sensual. Unless it's the other lavender, in that case you are fearful and uncertain.
"We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream, and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death." –Francis Bacon
After exploring all of downtown Napa we resorted to driving around until we found this park.
Perhaps I'm over doing the swings?
Posted September 6th, 2010 by The underlord of Estrogen's testicles
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