Author Archives: didofoot
Laundry Day
I am now so familiar with my neighbor’s underwear that I know when he gets a new pair. Is it time to move? This is not my laundry day.
Every time a bell rings
My dad and I were having lunch at Baghdad Cafe a few hours ago when a group of over a hundred (and I am going to guess WELL over a hundred) Hell’s Angels showed up for a lunchtime floor show. (Side note: How weird is it that they have a web site and my dentist … Continue reading
Lie to get laid
Katy forwarded an article to me this morning entitled “Gals, Prep Your Pad for a Date.” I especially like it when compared to the companion article, “Guys: Is Your Place Female-Friendly?”. Advice for the ladies seems to focus on hiding the less attractive parts of who you are. For example, don’t display your porcelain figurine … Continue reading
The dream that you wish will come true
This weekend, Gene and I spent three days in Disneyland with Jack and Dan and their whole family. I was initially nervous about this plan, as I’ve never spent more than a day at a time in the magic kingdom (TM). But, as you might expect, it was wonderful. Disneyland is a place where all … Continue reading
Open and Close
12 Galaxies closes its doors tomorrow. The club was one of the better venues in the Mission according to my own rating system: there are plenty of places to be where you don’t have to press your chest against someone’s back; there’s a mezzanine for standing around looking cool without being in the crowd; and … Continue reading
Summer Camp
Girls learn about health, beauty at spa camp Oh, the things that happen at summer camp – and what a camp Daron ran for tweens this summer in Marin: a ‘spa campaign,’ or beauty school that sought to teach girls about health and beauty from the inside out. While other children were finishing sessions at … Continue reading
Birthday at the JuJu
Gene and I attended Ian’s birthday bash at the Lucky JuJu last night. This sounds like it might be a dive bar on 24th Street, but it’s actually a pinball arcade in Alameda which Ian’s lovely wife rented out for two whole hours of free play. The games at the arcade range from old-school mechanical … Continue reading
Jumping the frog
Gene and I are heading for Calaveras County with my folks this weekend. We’re all renting a cabin together, which will give the ‘rents three uninterrupted days of carefully not mentioning marriage. It’s good practice for them. I mean, whether we get married or not, there’s only going to be a limited amount of time … Continue reading
Phone Home
Gene finally caved and bought an iPhone. So if you were betting that he’d hold onto his primeval Nokia phone held together with a rubber band forever, you owe someone some money. Getting the iPhone means we’re both on the AT&T network now, which means I, too, had to give up my primeval Nokia phone … Continue reading
B*
It seemed like a genius plan: open a second Burma Superstar just blocks from the first, severely over-crowded Burma Superstar. But like so many genius plans, it went a little south. The thing to know about Burma Superstar is that all the hype and the two-hour wait for a table and the indie darlingness of … Continue reading