San Francisco is FAB-U-LOUS

In what is quickly becoming a periodic pilgrimage to escape the drudgery of every day life, I made my annual journey to the mean streets of the Bay Area for some sun, fun and baseball. Unlike past visits, I wasn't content with the tame combination of Charlie's Taqueria, a drive through Silicon Valley and some poorly played baseball. No, this escape had to be, shall we say, interesting.

With that requirement in mind, it was with great joy that I was able to bum a room from the ever hospitable duo of Dwight and Carol, grab a free plane ticket thanks to frequent flier miles and find a cheap rental car during San Fran's busiest weekend of the year. No, there were no wine festival, or a bunch of techies trekking to Cupertino. Instead, it was Pride weekend, and what a weekend it was.

(Now that you've clicked on the above link, please use this time to utter an oft used expression correctly for maybe the first time ever - "That is so gay...")

While I could ramble on about topless lesbians on Harleys that easily outweighed myself, small Asian men dressed as cupid, or people with breasts and an underwear bulge, I will just let the pictures do the talking...

One other note - It's great to know that even in this "difficult economic climate", there are still jobs to be had.

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

Like many others that a court of law would consider sane (or at least competent to stand trial), I'm not a big fan of arguments. Unfortunately, any time you spend copious amounts of time with someone that is fun, nice and lets you see them naked, they occasionally arise. Now I'm not one to make light of a serious situation, but every now and then a comedic gem rolls off the tongue of MiaManda that really should be shared with the world.

While I'm 99% sure this is going to get me in some deep crap, I've enjoyed it too much not to share with my loyal stalkers. So without further ado, I present:

The List of Stuff Perceived To Be More Important Than My Girlfriend

• My job (not really)
• My car (it is pretty awesome)
• Golf with my family (depends on the course and which family members)
• My house (um, no)
• And last, but certainly not least...my gas grill (still on the fence about this one)

While she got the list pretty accurate, she neglected to mention the Red Sox, a visit to the Harp at least once a season and hummus. All in all, she knows her place pretty well though.