So back.

DE was a great time. We had a great group this year, especially with the addition of two cute babies. I think everyone ate sufficient junk food, played enough Monopoly and Bocce Ball to last the rest of the year, and met their UV quota for the next 6 months or so. I know I did. Pictures to follow.

Sounds about right

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Fleeing the Desert

I haven't talked to Seth in about a week. Did I mention we broke up? Well, we did. After a 2 hour conversation at 2 A.M., I told him we needed to be friends. He was really bummed, which really sucked. I half wished he would have been all, "F-you, get out of my house", but he didn't. That would have made it a lot easier for me. I'm a little surprised how sad I am about it though. But like a friend of mine said, "Break-ups are supposed to be hard." It got even harder when Seth left a rose on my door on Wednesday with a little note that said some really sweet (cheesy, but sweet) things. Why can't he be a jerk to me like every other guy I've dated? Then I could feel bitter and annoyed instead of sad and guilty, and let's be honest, I'm a lot more experienced with bitter and annoyed. I texted him a thank-you, but haven't heard from him since.

It's still hotter than Hades around here and I'm looking forward to the humid east coast weather. It's going to be great.

Things I need to do before tomorrow night:

1. Download season 3 of The Office onto my iPod
2. Download new White Stripes album onto my iPod
3. Do my laundry
4. Pack
5. Find someone to take care of Niko (I don't trust my roommate)
6. Clean downstairs bathroom
7. Go to Target
8. Get eyebrows waxed

Lots to do.

Oh, the carnage of it all...

Last night I awoke to Niko running around on my bed. I didn't think much of it and tried to kick him off. He kept at is for a little while and I figured he get bored and stop. He was going a little crazy, I assumed chasing imaginary grasshoppers or birds....

Or really chasing an actual bird.

I woke up this morning, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and came back out into my bedroom, toothbrush still in mouth, to find feathers strewn about my bed. I froze, recalling the events of the night before. I was terrifed to pull back the comforter, but I had to and found a pigeon wing underneath it.

Oh. My. Gosh.

But here's the worst part, I couldn't find the rest of the bird. I looked until I had to leave for work, but couldn't find it. So. That means there's a pigeon carcass lying in my house somewhere. Fantastic.

It's really hot.

I'm serious. You don't even know.

You Don't Need Eyes to See

Last night Seth and I watched a movie called Dancer in the Dark. I'd never even heard of it, but he said it was supposed to be great. It was released a few years ago and won a bunch of awards at Cannes. It's Bjork's first and only movie she's ever done, which is a shame because she was fantastic in it. It was really intense, gritty and emotional. The cinematography was awesome. Every aspect of the movie played into the story; camera angles, score, editing. You can read a summary here. It's definitely worth picking up or ordering on Netflix.

Could it be any hotter?

That's what Chandler from Friends would say because it is freaking HOT here.

AND to add to the misery, our office's air conditioning has decided to stop working in the north end of the building. Guess whose on the north end? That's exactly right, me. Lame. I can't get anything done because it is so hot in here. I'm actually sweating. There's sweat. Sick. I can't even focus on anything. Yuck. Get me out of here.

You know where it's not hot right now?

San Francisco. I was up there this weekend, courtesy of Amtrak and BART ( I LOVE public transportation, makes me feel like I'm a part of the hectic essence of humanity or something). The weather was beautiful, sunny, breezy and perfectly San Francisco-y. I couldn't get over the fact that it was the middle of summer and I was wearing a hoodie around town. It was so great. I went down to hang with Michelle and my friend from high school, Kaysen. Michelle and I (and her friend Missy) hit up the SFMOMA on Saturday morning, which was awesome. If you're in the area, check it out right now. Big Matisse exhibit showing. Awesome. My favorite though was all the Martin Munkacsi photos. Such a cool era to photograph and he did it so well. I'm really glad we went.

After battling the Union Square traffic, we browsed (fought?) our way through H&M, however I was a little disappointed in the selection. I mean, it's huge, H&M, but I just didn't find anything I HAD to have. Except, I did find this cute little soft metallic draping tank top for $20, so I did get that. But really, that was all I could find. The $7 and one hour it took for us to find parking probably wasn't worth it.

After that exhausting experience, we drove on over the PacBell, I mean SBC, I mean AT&T park for the Giants game. Kaysen had 2 tickets already through her company, so we had to split up for most of the game, but the last few innings, we all sat at the very top of the stadium to watch the Giants (thankfully) hold onto the 4-1 win over Arizona. It was really fun and chilly and perfect. I love Giants games. Probably my favorite sporting event to go to. That park is so pretty. It's cool that the All-Star game is being played there this year. That would be so fun to go to.

The next day, Michelle and I drove down to the Wharf to eat some lunch at Boudins and walk about the Pier. There were a lot of people down there, but it was fun to browse around and remember all the times I've been there as a kid. It's changed a lot since I've been there last, but there's still a few seashell shops, which were my favorite. I would always buy some piece of jewelry made out of shells or maybe a little compact made out of a clam shell or abalone. Now it's a lot of generic t-shirt shops and restaurants, but still, it was fun to go back.

After the Wharf, Michelle drove me over the Bay Bridge so I could get on BART to heard back over to Sacramento. We had to drive all the way into Oakland because the line I needed out of San Francisco doesn't operate on Sundays. But it didn't take too long and I had no problems getting back up to Sacramento. The trip totally reminded me of the trains in Europe. It's too bad more people don't use the trains in the U.S. It's such a pleasant, easy and cheap way to travel. Anyway, thanks for Michelle for being a great hostess and for driving me over to Oakland!

Now it's back in Vegas.

It's still hot.

Here are some pictures. I didn't take as many as I wanted. Oh well...

Um..I don't know how to center these once I've uploaded them so sorry the format is all weird.