Just can't do it like I used to

view from at&t park after the Giants game. Super fun night, even if the hangover lasted all day. Until 8 pm!
Many beers were consumed. Ugh, but so worth it.
It was really wonderful to hang out with the rad people i work with - Hostelling International collects some pretty amazing humans. ♥

This one's for you, Erina ♥

mmmm.... Coconut Milk Tea with tapioca!

I love to chew my drinks.

The birdman who loved a mannequin

The other day he was holding and petting a seagull, today he was accompanied by a very naked gold mannequin! The TL is never boring :)
I wish you could see him better though. What a character!

mmmm... lemony

Ketel One Lemon Drop at The Cinch, me and my travels to be planned. Rad place for a gal to be on a sunny afternoon.

This door is an asshole.

Remember its face. This inanimate object was the denouement to a day layered with suck!
Basically, it was one of those days that I just should not have gotten out of bed.
I awoke before my alarm (yay!) at 5:30 (boo) on a day I usually don't work(gaaaaah).
I felt icky. I'll just lay it out on the table: PMS. Biggest jerk and bully that messes with your brain and turns mild mannered generally happy people into assholes. (Not as much as the door, but we'll get to that later.)
So yea, I'm not that stoked. The hostel is still super packed and I really had to force that smile today...I despise that - because I really love my job, but everything was annoying as hell and all I wanted was for it to be 11:30 so I could close up and come home and chill out. Busy morning, loads of people = YAY! Today = BOOOOOO.
So then I came home from work. It finally ended! It took forever!!!!!
My stomach felt like a clenched fist and all my thoughts were going downhill fast...
I decide to clean! I reached into a drawer in my bathroom and felt the tip of my finger being sliced- a shaver got me. It hurt. Real real bad. Whatever, I put a band aid on it. 5 band aids later it finally stopped bleeding! WTF??!!??
I learned my lesson... no loose shavers in the drawer. A learning experience!
UGH!!!!!!!!
After that ordeal I'm thinking, "Nicki, you gotta get outta here. You gotta get out into the sunshine, and OH! on your way out, you can take out the garbage."
So. I take out the garbage and I exit through the basement door.
YES. THAT DOOR. aka "The Asshole"
I'm almost out when I feel intense pain. A familiar sensation of closing my fingers in the Volvo station wagon door when I was 8.
"Shit."
That door ATTACKED ME!
Have you shut your fingers in a door lately? I hope not, because it hurts A LOT. Like waaay more than you remember. I ran back upstairs, nursing my 2 fingers that the cocksucker door decided it wanted a piece of.... luckily the finger that got shaved was not one of the victims ... but 2 other fingers got it bad. haha I have 2 fully functional fingers on my left hand. RAD.
I felt like a kid trying not to cry.
I iced and I cried. It was not pretty. It is still throbbing now. My poor phalanges are swollen, but at least the dents are going away!

What a day. Sometimes you just need to stay in bed and let the world do its thing... I'm looking forward to a better day tomorrow. It's gotta be better, right?

not everything is grey

“The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched."
--Henry David Thoreau

Look up!

"My father says that there is only one perfect view, that of the sky over our heads."
-George Emerson, "A Room With A View" by E.M. Forster

Anarchy Alley is not so punk rock anymore

Moo! I'm headed to Russian River Brewery... 11:30 isn't too early for birthday beers, right? Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

A little love on Post and Larkin

It's kinda glorious!

Looking up Sacramento Street... beautiful morning. I had just left my apartment and was on my way to work. It's not the most pleasant walk, but seeing so much beauty in the morning starts me out right.