INTERESTING EATS, BUT I NEED MY BOLOGNA

It's been a real food adventure around here.  I see that most of it is either Asian or Greek.  I have been to the Pho place a couple of times now.  Their pho is phonomenal.  I purposely spelled that wrong as a joke.  Haha!  Sorry.

Thank god they serve two sizes.  Finally a place that sells smaller bowls than the usual ones you get.  The usual ones are so flipping big and I find it kind of shocking that those tiny asian peeps can just chow the whole thing down like they do.  I get half way through, the small one at that, and get stuck.  I always seem to be carrying a little bag home with me these days, either full of soup I can't finish or dog poo.  One or the other.

Speaking of dog poo, such an adventure it is to pee and poo your dog here in the city.  At home I have always been able to throw them out the door and a few minutes later let them back in.  Then I would force either Bill or Monte out there once a week to pick the little (or not so little with some of our dogs) nuggets.

I have walked through that front door of this building more times in the last few days than I have walked through my own front door at home since I moved.  And I am familiar with every single patch of grass or dirt between here and the corner down at the end of the block.

MY BACK ALLEY VIEW

TRYING TO LOOK LIKE JACK NICHOLSON

TRYING TO DECIDE ON OUR DINNER

POSER!

PRETTY GIRL

THE NIGHT TIME MARAUDER WHO KEEPS ME AWAKE!

THE ONLY KIND OF SELFIE I CAN SUCCESSFULLY TAKE

THE START TO AN AWESOME EVENING

SO PRETTY

  I am also becoming familiar with every one of the 150 dogs that live on this block and I am getting onto first name basis with the homeless fellows that live within this same radius.  And if I am watching a cop show I can't tell if the sirens are on the show or outside.  I have been tricked a few times now.  Such a different life this is.  I am even getting to know the people that live in this building.  Everyone is so friendly and half of them know I am Aryn's mom. Its kind of cool.

So Cardero's.  The kids picked me up and down to the waterfront we went.  I knew I had been there before...only it was called the Boathouse back then.  Bill had taken me there on occasion. When we got seated, a very tall lovely waiter brought us a glass of champagne..delicious champagne!  What a lovely surprise and fantastic way to start my birthday dinner.  

The whole evening was magical.  The location, the amazing food, but most of all the company.  They are such an awesome fun couple to spend time with.  We laughed and visited and ate and criticized, and gossiped until we were so full we could hardly move.  And I had oysters!  Buttermilk fried oysters!  OMG!!!  Unbelievably delicious!

I stuck pretty close to home here since that evening.  I have a couple of pho runs, falafel lunch, bank depositing, crap runs for Molly, garbage removal (that one was a trip in itself I tell you...living in a loft in a building is crazy).

I have actually been enjoying Molly, now that she isn't mine!  She is so funny.  She is pretty scrappy looking and is really very blind and deaf.  But boy she still has a lot of spunk in her.  Just a few minutes ago I was typing away here, completely absorbed by what I am writing, when her big squeaky toy landed right on my lappy, startling the hell out of me.  She had been over on the other side of the room, shaking the shit out of the toy and clearly she let it go in mid shake.  Crazy little mutt!!!  Gotta bounce...TTYL