Last week, we celebrated Mark’s birthday with rotisserie chicken and beef hearts at Limon in San Francisco’s Mission.
We wrapped up with drinks at Sycamore. His bottle of Firestone Walker Parabola = best beer this year.
Posted in cali_lovin on 05/08/2013 03:36 pm by Queenkv
“This is not what I signed up for,” said our buddy Scott, in the middle of the second flight of stairs on the Dipsea Steps.
We tempted him and our cousin Alexis with a beautiful hike that led to a fantastic cabin, tucked away on Mt. Tam.
At the last minute, I convinced them to try out the hike starting in downtown Mill Valley, at the foot of the Dipsea Steps. A car nap revived me after my graveyard shift.
What could go wrong?
We survived the steep climb up 688 steps. We gawked at gorgeous mountain mansions along the rugged Dipsea Trail. An hour later, we arrived at the Tourist Club.
Everyone agreed that the destination was worth sore legs and lack of oxygen.
Also – I suspect everyone would have been happy with the flatter, 30-minute hike into the Tourist Club.
Posted in cali_lovin on 04/13/2013 01:01 pm by Queenkv
God Bless the “Masters.”
The golf event canceled my Saturday morning show. So, I had a rare Friday night out with friends.
We had sweet box seats at the Cow Palace for the SF Bulls game against Alaska. We had a great view of the ice and I had a blast catching up with friends.
I enjoyed the Golden Gate Outlook by Battery Boutelle. We had a fantastic view of the bridge. It’s easier to find parking here in comparison to the lookout area on the Marin side of the bridge. We spotted runners on a trail that winds under the bridge. My hubby and I want to check that out someday.
He had big brown eyes and plumb pale cheeks, rosy from the cold. He waddled up to me and offered up a guide with the new mass parts. I smiled and said no thank you.
Then he offered me his palm branch. I smiled and said no thank you.
After his dad distracted him by folding a palm branch into a cross, the boy was back at my side. This time, he offered up his palm cross. I held it for a bit and then gave it back to him and said thank you.
During the second reading, the boy had a new gift. His mom’s adorable Coach wallet. He also held out her Capital One card and placed it in my lap. I looked at his Dad and said no thank you.
After the choir sang “Holy, Holy,” the little boy threw up in our pew.