SHOPPING!

It's no secret. I like getting drunk on Sunday afternoons. You start drinking around 3pm. You're done by 6pm or so. And semi sober by bedtime at 9pm. I fall asleep quickly without a thought to the upcoming workweek.

So yesterday the boys and I were having a few drinks at The Lookout. There was a homeless guy digging through the trash for hours. He kept pulling out sale circulars. And studying them intensely. He even kept a few for reference. I'm assuming it was homeless boredom and not an intent to wheel his shopping cart to the Walmart in Oakland for super deals.

30

Woo! I'm 30!

Seriously, woo! Life gets better every year (if you work to make it better). I loved my twenties. I'm sure I will love my thirties.

I have been sick the last few days, so I'm going to have to postpone any revelry until tomorrow at the earliest. Bobby has been taking great care of me. Lord knows I'm a whiny bitch when I have the sniffles. The man deserves a purple heart. He's passed out on the couch right now :)

You know you're ready to turn 30 when...

... All the cereal in your cupboard has "Bran" in the title
... You have a grownup job
... You have a net worth that is defined by more than that spare change jar next to the bed
... Drugs really are bad (excepts sometimes hehe)
... You have actually discussed your active prescriptions with your peers

19 Polk

The 19 Polk is a bus line that goes from Hunters Point (the ghetto), past the county jail and though the Tenderloin. It's always smelly, weird and generally entertaining. We've informed my new coworker about it. He's a recent immigrant to SF from Nashville.

Yesterday, my new co-worker Matt mentioned it was his birthday, so I took him out to lunch at Brenda's French Soul Food. It's a bit far to walk there from the office, so we jumped on the 19.

Luckily, the bus did not disappoint. A cracked out homeless looking guy got on the bus. He started talking to us in a friendly way. He didn't seem high. Then he pulled out his medical marijuana card to show us. And a huge bottle of morphine pills.

I think that was where we were supposed to be impressed and offer to buy some off him.