SF Day 3: If It’s 3pm, It Must Be Alcatraz

Posted by on Jul 25, 2008 in dish | 0 comments Nothing like packing in every possible tourist attraction in the city in one day, but Overachievers R Us. First, we navigate the Muni so we can pick up a cable car at Powell and Market. We and five thousand other tourists, apparently. So we hoof it up Powell and manage to squeeze on at Union Square. Here we are, geeking it up: Quick stop for the sea lions at Pier 39 (which is San...
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SF Day 2: Home is Where the Weird Is

Posted by on Jul 24, 2008 in dish | 0 comments We luuuuurve our SF home, the gorgeous Inn 1890 on Page Street. Our suite has curved windows, a gas fireplace with intricate carving and tile work, and–hold onto your sore backs–Tempur-Pedic mattresses. We slept like bricks last night. Look how pretty is is from the outside:We’re two blocks from Golden Gate Park and one block away from Haight Street, which we decided to explore...
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SF Day 1: Glad We Packed the Jackets!

Posted by on Jul 23, 2008 in dish | 0 comments Doesn’t it always happen? We get everyone out of the bed at the crack of dawn to make our 9 am flight, drive across town to the off-site parking, and once we get into a spot, the sky opens up and Noah’s flood commences. Poor DH got soaked loading all the suitcases onto the shuttle bus. He’d mostly dried off by the end of the flight to Atlanta. We grabbed some grub in the...
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Goin’ Back to Cali

Posted by on Jul 22, 2008 in dish | 0 comments Technically, I really am “going back to Cali,” to quote my dog LL Cool J, since I had to cross into California to work my way down to Lake Tahoe a couple of years back. But I’ve never spent any quality time there. This year, the denizens of Chez mimi will have a real life summer vacation in the Golden State. We fly to San Francisco tomorrow–first time Frick and Frack have...
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Creepy Crawly

Posted by on Jul 13, 2008 in dish | 0 comments Last night, DH and I heard two of the most dreaded words in parenthood: head lice. Seems a good friend of Frack’s who spent the night the other night got a call from another friend about creepy crawlies. Good friend has them, and lo and behold, so did Frack.Let’s just say that a full hour and a half of wash, sit, rinse, comb, comb, comb ain’t too fun either for Frack or her...
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