#71: Halloween At The Cal Academy Of Sciences.
The California Academy of Sciences is NOT usually the place you’d expect to find: Earthquakes and tremors. A massive aquarium. Wall-to-wall exotic fish tanks. A human brain you could actually touch if you so desired. (yes, really) A tastefully done drag queen contest. Crazy costumes: two being a rain cloud and bag of jelly beans. Steaming hot pork buns –– lightly baked to perfection –– in the shape of stars and constellations. Star gazing on the…
#70: Carve A Pumpkin, West Coast Style.
It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time to carve a pumpkin and then leave it somewhere unexpected for the world to see. Little did we know it would make us Starbucks-famous. It was Halloween time. Brittany and I were in festive, holiday spirits, sipping our hot Americanos and piping foam lattes. And the Palo Alto Farmers Market was inspiring enough with children’s costumes, pumpkin-infused everything and endless sightings of Starbucks cups. Swapping glances as we walked…
#67: Live In A Stanford Grad Dorm.
After finding out that living with a co-worker NEVER works out (Pro-tip: don’t live with people you work with.), I wheeled and dealed like a Las Vegas casino man to find my next place to call home. Where did I up at? A Grad Dorm. With no luck searching in San Francisco, I randomly replied to an apartment ad in a Stanford graduate dorm in Palo Alto. The ad was clearly meant for a guy, but I thought what the hell,…
#66: Bruise Your Ribs Before A Half-Marathon.
One could only imagine the sheer, agonizing pain of bruising a couple ribs. It hurts like hell. You feel like your insides have been scraped with a scalpel. You feel like you just got winded by RG3 on the NFL sidelines on an off-day. You probably have a new found appreciation for mothers in the delivery room. Worst part: Having no scratches, bruise marks, epic story or medicine to show for it… That was me…