School's out for summer

I just received an e-mail from an administrator from my undergraduate alma mater, and she wished me a "wonderful summer." And I guess for a lot of people, summer is a different kind of season, one where you have to figure out what to do with your kids, where work slows down or where there are newfound outdoor activities.

But since I chose to join the land of corporate America, summer is really just the same as all the other seasons, especially in San Francisco where summer can mean cold, foggy days. So, it always strikes me as funny that people wish me a great summer when I'm still doing what I do everyday: sitting at my cube, tap-tapping on the keyboard, trying to convince myself to get to the gym.

Sideswipe

On the way to the Joan Baez concert, our taxi cab may have gotten into an accident. We may have hit this poor, innocent SUV that was waiting to turn right when our driver smashed into his side and exclaimed, "Oh, no. Not again!"

Nonetheless, we made it out of the cab and into the concert.

Celeb sighting: We shall overcome

Puppy and I ended up at a Joan Baez concert with Periwinkle and his friends today. One of the girls in our group invited her parents along so that we could treat them to some plastic glasses of wine, but otherwise, it was a fun time and I appreciate that Joan's voice is more pleasant than Britney's.

The Stern Grove was a lovely venue with trees and such and we had a tasty time with wine and cheese, but I think we were kind of cranky because of Puppy's foot.

Nonetheless, the free wine helped to lift our spirits and dumb down my brain.

Adventures in doggysitting

So, apparently, Puppy broke his foot in Puerto Vallarta and just realized the seriousness of his injuries this week when he went to the hospital. Since he had already committed to taking care of a big doggy named Jupiter, I had to bring him to my house, where Stefano DiMera was on the concerned side.

Nonetheless, Jupiter and Stefano learned to get along after some time and after Stefano tried to swipe him with the paws, he sort of enjoyed nuzzling up to him to get some affection.

Oh no

I just found someplace that serves hash browns at lunch. They weren't that great, but still...

Night of Ricki

Last night, I settled into the couch to enjoy a night of Ricki Lake. It wasn't my intention to celebrate the erstwhile talk show hostess, but it kind of evolved into that.

First, Puppy and I watched the most recent episode of Charm School, which isn't nearly as good as the first season when Mo'Nique whipped those Flavor of Love girls into shape (sorta).

Then, I popped in the only netflix I had at my home: Hairspray. Um, Ricki certainly has lost a lot of weight in the course of two decades! You go, girl!

Christ Al-Michael!

I just rode the muni with quite the character. A man with long dreadlocks and filthy clothes hopped onto the train and sat down, giggling to himself and letting out an occasional "WOO!" He wore a magenta cap adorned with Obama and Cindy Sheehan buttons and clasped a large plastic bag.

He turned to some passengers and said, "Christ Al-Michael! Christ Al-Michael!" before taking out a large poster of Michael Jackson on a cover of Ebony magazine from his bag and proudly displaying it to all the passengers on the bus.

He continued, "God sent only two people down to earth: Jesus Christ and Michael Jackson! Christ Al-Michael! Look! Michael has an eight-pack! Not just a six-pack! An eight-pack!"

After carefully replacing the poster in his plastic bag, he continued to laugh and exclaim "Chist Al-Michael!" for the duration of the ride.