What I Did Today

Blogging works best at 2:30am when you're tired enough to let the words stream out but awake enough that you don't want to sleep yet (even though you need to).

Recently came home from a lovely day in a couple of cities. It was my friend K's birthday, so I helped her celebrate by coming over to her ceramics studio and re-glazing a Short-Wing Pelican. (I had glazed him a couple of weeks ago, putting red and white glaze on his cheeks, hoping they would be pinkish. The effect, however, was more similar to a slight case of acne. Which is why I put more red on his cheeks, to help him with it.)

So after playing in the ceramics studio we had a day of walking around and eating. We spent an hour carefully tracking a missing Hungarian bakery. We finally found it cleverly disguised behind a clump of trees, in a fork in the road. As a reward, we got slices pirog (flakey dough with potatoes/ cabbage inside) and tiramisu. Mmm.

Fresh from our initial success as Restaurant Discoverers, we were eager to hone our skills. So later that day, we arranged to meet up with C for a birthday dinner in San Francisco. We arrived at the nearby metro station early; the station was at the intersection of two streets. Two streets, four directions possible. We examined three of the directions carefully in a detailed scientific analysis, before determining the exact location of our tapas place. When C arrived, we triumphaly showed him our discovery.

The tapas, by the way, were amazing. It's hard for me not to capitalize Tapas (there, see?) They brought together so many new flavors, and made everything work so well . . . but I'm not a restaurant blogger, so I lack the right words to describe it properly. Also, their sangria was delicious. We agreed that it may be because they used good wine for it (whereas other places seem to use wine that one would otherwise never touch) (ok, ok, I wouldn't touch. People can drink what they please). In any case, delicious.

For dessert, we smoked a raspberry and melon hookah at a hookah lounge, where we had a lava cake and ice cream. By which I really mean ice cream and lava cake, if you order them by volume. The ice cream progressed from solid to liquid, while the lava cake went from gooey to solid, so balance was preserved in the universe. Or so it would have been, had we not quickly finished up without leaving a trace of either one behind. The hookah, on the other hand, lasted us the rest of the night, mocking us in our inability to blow smoke rings. We did, however manage to blow many impressive puffs of smoke. And my friend K got one that was not so much donut shaped as, perhaps, jelly donut.

And so ended my brilliant day in the city.