The San Francisco Adventure


Mar
23
2008

She Was A Day Tripper

There are only two things that I really, really want right now, and I can't find either of them anywhere. The first is a classic khaki trench coat (with a belted waist, rather than one you tie), and the second is a pair of knee-high black leather boots with a pointed toe and a really skinny heel. That's not too much to ask, is it?

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Mar
19
2008

Walk This Way

More than the generous vacation policy, more than the one day a week working from home, more than the fantastically well-traveled co-workers (thanks, in part, to the generous vacation policy), and more, even, than Bagel Fridays (which have since become Bagel Wednesdays, which is even more awesome, because you really do need some cheering up then), what I like most about my job is the fact that I can walk to it.

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Feb
16
2008

I Was Going To Call This "Crossed Underwires" But I Thought My Brilliance Might Scare You

The last straw came when I picked up a Valentine's card I thought Sean might like---it said "You're my triple letter word score" in scrabble tiles on the front---and turned it over to discover that it cost ten bucks. Yes, TEN bucks, the kind of ten that comes right after nine bucks, which, by the way, is still about six more bucks than I'm prepared to pay for a card, and we're talking tax included.

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Feb
09
2008

How You Know You Have Good Friends

--We're picking you up in ten minutes.

--Are you wearing jeans?

--No, I'm wearing a black skirt. What are you going to wear?

--I don't know. Everything I try on looks awful. It's my birthday! I'm supposed to look smoking hot!

--Well...I can change into my jeans, if you like. They'll add a good five pounds to me. I'll look a lot worse.

--You'd do that for me?

--Oh sure, it's your birthday, I don't mind.

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Jan
29
2008

Call Me Usual

Is there anything in the world for which it is worth getting up at half past four in the morning? Well, giving birth maybe. Catching a plane, I guess. But skiing? Is skiing worth getting up at half past four in the morning? Well, if you'd asked me on Thursday afternoon, I would have said no. I was done with skiing, you see. You remember the last time I went skiing, don't you? I had a sort of epiphany on the slopes that time. And the epiphany was this: "damn, I really suck at this. Why am I doing it again?"

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