Morris is so intrigued by this ep of gossip girl that she just cannot give bullets 4 and 5 the attention that they deserve. Morris pretends not to like GG but, it's clear from her post that that is nothing if not a lie. The pure lack of factual information says that her crush on Chuck Bass is even more intense than mine...which is VERY hard to believe. (Chuck, I'll see you in 45 minutes in my dreams)
Lobster Sunday:
San Francisco is NEVER sunny...like never. So when we get a forecast of 75 degrees, we're stoked. We start planning the beach barbeque's on Tuesday, start shopping for our sundresses on Wednesday, plan the menu on Thursday, grab the booze and someone (not me!) gets up early to steal a picnic table from the 1 year old bday party on Saturday. It's something to look forward to, BBQs at Ocean/Stinson/Baker Beach are awesome when the weather is right. Saturday it was right!
Morris, Stewgs (the roomie) and I got ready, we snagged the twelver grab bag of beer - 3 long hammers, 2 red stripes (thanks lil), 6 PBR bottles, and 1 coors light CAN and start walking. We all brought sweaters, because its never as hot as the weather men, weather woman?, weather person? weatherites???? say...but we're DYING of a heat stroke, and Stewgs says "Garbanzo!! MY DOGS ARE BARKIN'" which apparently means she's got blisters from the Kate Spade boots she wore last night. Soooo, we head on down to the Safeway and call a cab.
Cab driver picks us up and we're like "Oh HI!! Can you please take us to Crissy Field" - Chrissy field, literally 1.5 miles away. I am SURE the cabby was thinking, "great thanks..you can just leave that $4.50 on the seat." So we're screeching and cackling in the back seat when we realize we have passed the part of Crissy where we normally have BBQs. So we say, and I admit with a snide undertone, "um, you've passed Crissy Field!" to which the driver replies "Crissy Field spans this whole stretch, I though you were going to tell me but you didn't" which totally enrages us, and we just say "THIS IS FINE" and we get out maybe .2 miles from the CF we know and love. We walk down to where we think our friends are...and CANNOT FIND THEM. So I call the organizer and he informs me...they are ON THE OTHER END OF CF. The fucking driver was RIGHT and KARMA makes us walk .2 plus 2 miles down the other direction for a total of 2.2 miles to the party. (woof woof)
We arrive, approximately 2 1/2 hours after we left the house. I am instantly more hungover than I have been in a while. It must be a combination of the heat and the actual hangover...but I had to lay down immediately when I got there. I was totally out of it...which is why these things happened:
1. I immediately out Stewgs who, I might add, has NOT known these people for very long for not coming home last night. Sure I was hungover, but I think (secretly) mostly I was jealies because I was home in my clean sheets and she was knockin' boots on the town. Unfair...I looked cute last night TOO God Damn it!!!! :( :( :(
2. (And this is when you realize I really must have had it out for Stewgs) I totally steal her joke!!! In a time when a great joke can seal her fate in a relatively new group of friends...I take that joke and pass it off as my own. Yes, bitch move..sure, sure. You remember when I mentioned we had the 1 Coors light...mile 1 of 2 Stewgs noticed that lone ranger and pointed out that "only one person could tap the Rockies." Luckily, Morris was there to blow up my spot and gave the street cred to Stewgs.
3. One of the dudes in the group had run from SOMA (South of Market - for locals) to Crissy Field, this is SERIOUSLY like 7 miles. That's a lotta miles before a day of drinking beer and eating hot dogs. In fact, the thought of it makes me want to yammy. Anyway, he arrives...and I immediately notice his hair is ORANGE. It's orange and I decide to yell it out to the group "**** YOUR HAIR IS ORANGE!" Stewgs and Morris were dying of embarrassment and my non-filter..................standard.
This day ended at 9pm, me and Morris leaving a roof deck wandering around...trying to find my apartment. Lost in the Marina...never Safe!
SEVEN DIMES:
Very few people know about 7 dimes. 7 dimes is an age old bet (actually 7D started in the early months of 2008). Now is not the time to unveil the true 7D bet, but maybe someday just maybe. What is notable about 7D1 is that nobody won...EVERYONE lost. It was a time sensitive bet and nobody won. Who gets the money? I mean, that is AT LEAST $4.90 just hanging out in my wine rack. That is where we usually keep the dimes - mid bet. Anywhoodle, bullet point 5. Morris came over for a little stir fry tonight and after we watched Jeopardy, we decided to throw down a little wager on Wheel of Fortune. 7 dimes. Me, Stewgs, and Morris - that is 21 dimes/210 pennies/2 dollars and ten cents of pure bet. This is embarrassing even before I mention we were drinking sparkling rose. Yes. Three girls, one bottle of sparkling rose, and Pat Sajak. Could you really ask for more? I think not!
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