San Francisco Weekend

FRIDAY: Billie, Ellen and I flew into Oakland, and then had a late dinner with Paigie and Eric at that one Chinese restaurant we always go to. Then we went back to Eric's where we watched "Hookers and Johns" on HBO In Demand. Very enlightening. And creepy.


SATURDAY: It rained most of the day. We went to Shanghai Dumpling King, where we once again had the best dumplings ever. The birthday dessert thingy was really good, too (see above).

Then we went to Half-Moon Bay and bought wine. Went to TJ Maxx and bought a few things. Then went to dinner at Jordan's at the Claremont Hotel. The hotel is supposedly haunted, so that scored big points with me. The food was also really good. Later, Paigie and I went with Billie to hunt down a copy of "Eclipse," the third novel in the "Twilight" series. This proved difficult as we went to 3 different book stores before finding a copy.

We went back to Eric's with the intention of heading out to the bars, but we all fell asleep watching a documentary on a Nevada brothel where a man had a threeway with a midget and an African American woman (thereby satisfying three "to do" things on his list all at once). We also watched a horrible show called "Parental Control" on MTV. It's a "reality" show that's so poorly scripted, it's embarrassing and hypnotic at the same time. Nate had previously already exposed me to this show the night of Monster Massive when Bad TV literally kept us up all night (stupid Paris Hilton and her BFFs!).

SUNDAY: We met up with Christine at the Thai Temple in Berkeley, where once again, they ran out of certain food items. Those temple people really need to stop being so lazy and cook some more food! Then we went shopping at Walnut Creek before Billie and I headed to the airport. We rode Jet Blue, which is always nice. First timer Billie noted that the Jet Blue Flight Attendants were hotter than on other airlines. I heartedly agreed, having already spotted the super foxy David, Flight Attendant Hottie.

When I arrived home, I learned I had left my radio alarm clock on all weekend and my parents had to shut it off each day. I noticed the radio had been moved and the mail that I left in front of it had also been disturbed. To my dismay, I noticed that a catalogue of gay porn websites that Ellen had given me months ago was among the papers and I'm pretty sure my parents must've seen it and carefully placed another set of envelopes on top of it. So I guess now they must think I'm some pervert who's addicted to gay porn. And no, that is NOT true!