Random happenings...

So it's been a week since I last posted, and quite a bit of stuff has happened, so hang on folks, this is gonna be a long one. The end of the bus ride from my last post is where I will pick up.

Friday 3/9: I was on my way to go pick up keys from a classmate so I could go watch her dog, she was going skiing in Tahoe and needed someone to watch Nunu. So I picked up keys, went to school to work and then around 8 I went to the apartment to walk the dog. My school's across the street from Pier 39, Nunu lives in North Beach (little Italy) and I had only been to her apartment once. I of course got lost. I knew she lived on Grant and Green, yet I was standing on the corner of said streets and pretty much spun around in place looking for something, ANYTHING that would be a landmark to how I got here the past Wednesday to re-introduce myself to the dog. Finally, place found, dog leashed, way excited, down we go, into the heart of North Beach.

Whoops.

It's FRIDAY NIGHT. Everyone is out, and let me tell you, it's hard to walk a dog when weaving through throngs of people, some of which are already drunk (IT'S 9PM!) and Nunu is of course completely oblivious, walking with nose in ground looking for some trash she can eat.

Sat 3/10: Cut to next day, at 7am I'm on my way to see Nunu for her morning walk. Lucky for her, a beautiful sunrise and many photo oppurtunities silences my disgruntledness.

Sunrise over the Bay Bridge. Puuuurdy.

Looking down Montgomery Street (cross street Green)

Nunu, the Bichon Frise.

It's still Saturday, I'm at home after walking Nunu, and the roommates decide to go to the beach, I'm along for a ride, let's do this. The fog is rolling in on Ocean Beach, but it's pretty, and there's a sand surfer rolling back and forth, totally hamming it up for the camera (who could blame him).

Sand Surfer from far away and then up close.

The rest of the day is spent walking the dog, working at school, eating pizza and walking the dog.

Sun 3/11: It's fucking hot people! What happened? It's probably global warming, and I should probably be way concerned, but right now, roomates and I are thinking it's a beautiful day, let's make the most of it. We're going Clement St. to Ocean Beach to Lincoln Park to who can really remember (not me) and there some great picture taking in this, check the flickr for more, but here's a taste:

Golden Gate through a bunch of trees.

Mon 3/12: School

Tues 3/13: Crappy school AND BIRTHDAY! Woohoo it's my sister's birthday and since I haven't really told too many people (uh, maybe four) the story of the cake-schlepping, let's do it here (oh won't it be fun). Ordered a cake the day before from the apartment's favorite bakery Victoria's Pastry Co., way too cute a place, there's an old Italian lady called Victoria in there, never spent enough time to ask who she was, what she's doing there and what's her life story, but they make damn good pastries and very nice cakes. I had my morning class in SOMA, field trip to the PG&E Center to study lighting, and so I took the 15 that cuts through China Town, North Beach and invariably ends up right outside my school. Get off on Columbus and Broadway because I think that's near where the bakery is.

WRONG.

It's on Stockton, a block over and two blocks up. Yet I have already wasted about ten minutes going up one street then changing my mind and going down the other way, no, no, turn on this intersection, walk a little, oh no. WHERE THE FUCK AM I?? Get through to the bakery, get directions, get there, pay and grab cake and try, TRY to make it to my noon class. It's probably 11:55 and I'm nine blocks away from school. The professor was late so I somehow made it on time. Sometimes, I'm just one lucky pluck.

Happy Birthday Sai!