#740: Vote In A California Election.
DO I WANT TO VOTE?! let’s just say, Frank–my ardent, democratic roommate–and I were so excited to vote we named our apartment internet Wi-Fi name accordingly. “Trump Your Own Horn.”
#739: Rum Smuggler’s Cove.
The Pirates of the Caribbean might be stopping by later. Because here, at Smuggler’s Cove in San Francisco the rum is NEVER GONE. The Goonies… no One-Eyed-Willie… no Jack Sparrow would have been proud.
#738: Brunch At The Cottage, SD.
Perfect Sunday Funday: Dining al fresco, cozying up with a hot coffee, chatting with my old roommate, scarfing down, I mean eating, delicious French toast comfort food, surrounded by a real cottage-like atmosphere. YES, please.
#737: Catch A Show At The Indie.
It really is true. Great bands become great by starting off in small venues. Walking down the narrow hall of The Independent (a venue I never knew existed until about 10 minutes ago), I was immediately star-struck by all the glossy, framed photos. Green Day, Beck, Springsteen, Billy Joel, Lenny Kravitz all played here once upon a time. Wow. I wonder what band I’ll see next who will really be somebody in 10 years. Two hours, two lagunitas and three new…
#736: Dog-Sit in San Francisco.
I don’t get enough attention. EVER. Play with me. Please!