you must have fallen from the sky. indeed.
- tribu grill is something special, it fills the vacuum left by the closure of lee’s buffet
- the democratization of breakfast [making it available any hour of the day] was an important step in american culture, if not its most
- the next manny pacquiao is growing up in the south bay as we speak, look for his debut around the year 2025
- cortland avenue in bernal heights is for the win
- a “breakfast sandwich” at Stacks on the peninsula technically isn’t a sandwich
so with enough rain to go around for everyone [even now], we had to make do with entertaining ourselves indoors.
the week itself was throughly and literally humdrum, work and work with the rain drumming on the windows nearly every minute of the day. fortunately, both managed to lighten up before week’s end.
i made the first of two trips to the south bay, where i took brian to the airport for his cruise to ensenada/ensaymada with denise, starting with a trip to stacks. my hopes to locate the nordictrack store on stevens creek were dashed after a good hour of searching, so i kicked it with ethel and maude in cupertino before heading back up.
and once i made it back, eve and i headed to bernal heights to take in the awesomeness of Cortland avenue. strange, living in this city for so long and only going there once as a child. bernal heights is so properly insulated from tourists and traffic that it remains a haven.
after some wine and weird cheese things at VinoRosso, we went to the mission to hang out with the other not-for-profiteers at Bender and Baobab and Doc’s Clock, comiserating over a surprisingly competitive game of scrabble with some PBRs. blue ribbon indeed.
the friday was spent mostly humdrum, a lot of driving and a new pair of jeans were involved. as well as finally having a first intelligent conversation with someone i’ve known for over fifteen years. how things change.
saturday was definitely more entertaining, as francois finally came back to the bay area. us and luis took in a pretty good usf game at the old war memorial [let's just say that santa clara needs to learn2shootfreethrows]
afterward came a trip to mel’s, rohan for cheap k-bombs, then a giant filipino birthday party for uri and maritess on broadway. i caught up with a lot of the old usf’ers, had some startling revelations, and learned that some things are better done with the lights off.
there were a lot of new and interesting people to meet, for sure, but i kept the mood inhibitor activated, despite the double shot of patron. i couldn’t say the same for francis. at the very least, ben and playasteve finally found something to talk about other than women.
i had to be in SJ the next day anyway, so after a harrowing, rainy drive down 880 i took francois back to his sister’s, stopped by jack in the crack on the way, and spent the next morning catching up with the agustins. seeing as how i went to their wedding [second from the top], it was great to see how it all turned out.
i picked up brian and big D from the airport and was horrified at the atrocities they experienced under the regime of Carnival Cruises the past few days, but a trip to Tribu Grill made it all better.
[i mean, it better, because it'll kill you regardless]
i always get the least bit self-conscious when i go to birthday parties, and when i see people around my age running around with kids. so was this a glimpse into the future? is it a great height i should aspire to?
i’d like to think so. but not yet.
