The water tower. Doesn't it make you thirsty? Or want a tetanus shot? 
Leaving San Fran and heading towards the Rock.
I bet their mom's are proud.
This really makes my dorm showers look like the Hilton.
Tear gas cannisters. They were never used. Sort of wish they sold them in the gift shop...just to spruce up my cube.
I was ok with this until 'stewed fruit', which kind of makes me want to throw up in my mouth. Which kind of reminds me of stewed fruit. Chicken and the egg.
The wardrobe department.
Not just America's favorite pasttime.
Knife storage, with outlines to quickly tell when one was missing. No wonder all the stewed fruit. Who can cook under that kind of pressure?
We left and continued our romantic day at a local taco restaurant. Look who was waiting patiently for a chip? His name was Chopper- he was a French/English bulldog mix and he was almost kidnapped by moi. It made me miss the Grizz.
The tacos helped ease my pain. Fish tacos - one Nick's way - with a fried shell and guac. One regular. More things need to be cooked Nick's way.
If Chopper didn't make me miss Namath, as soon as we walked outside, this guy did.
And just down the street. Rub. It. In. Also, file this under 'things Namath needs to learn.'
We ended the afternoon with drinks at the Gold Dust lounge. We laughed when we passed it the first time, but it beckoned, as happy hour champagne often does.
I bet their mom's are proud. This really makes my dorm showers look like the Hilton.
Tear gas cannisters. They were never used. Sort of wish they sold them in the gift shop...just to spruce up my cube. I was ok with this until 'stewed fruit', which kind of makes me want to throw up in my mouth. Which kind of reminds me of stewed fruit. Chicken and the egg. The wardrobe department.
Not just America's favorite pasttime.Knife storage, with outlines to quickly tell when one was missing. No wonder all the stewed fruit. Who can cook under that kind of pressure? We left and continued our romantic day at a local taco restaurant. Look who was waiting patiently for a chip? His name was Chopper- he was a French/English bulldog mix and he was almost kidnapped by moi. It made me miss the Grizz. The tacos helped ease my pain. Fish tacos - one Nick's way - with a fried shell and guac. One regular. More things need to be cooked Nick's way.If Chopper didn't make me miss Namath, as soon as we walked outside, this guy did.And just down the street. Rub. It. In. Also, file this under 'things Namath needs to learn.'We ended the afternoon with drinks at the Gold Dust lounge. We laughed when we passed it the first time, but it beckoned, as happy hour champagne often does.The building has been around since the early 1900's, with the decor to match.
Cheers to the weekend...and one whole year of putting up with me. You are still the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Cheers to the weekend...and one whole year of putting up with me. You are still the best thing that's ever happened to me.
2 comments:
jealous beyond words.
I know this is late, but Congratulations on your anniversary!! It looks like y'all had a good time in SF (a city that I'm happy to call home). If you ever come back and want some local suggestions on places to go, let me know! :)
p.s. I found you awhile ago (I think through Katie's blog), hopefully it's not too creepy that I'm just now commenting.
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