A few weeks ago, Otis' brother Silas was in town for work, and one weekend I accompanied them to Ocean Beach to take in some chilly sunshine while they surfed a bit. The two surfers wading in the distance are the Warren brothers clad in wetsuits.
Another day, the three of us went for a little city bike-ride. This photo is at the Cliff House.
Otis, Elle, George, and I enjoyed a Friday Thanksgiving meal since Otis had to work on Thursday. We played some Scrabble (I won both games--take that, George!), watched some Arrested Development, and generally goofed off. Elle and I cooked. I was responsible for the turkey, which came out quite dry. Bummer. I did, however, make a yummy apple pie.
Elle made a batch of amazing mulled cider, using these lovely spices.
The sunset view that evening from Otis and Elle's apartment was gorgeous.
George actually took Thursday off, and we were guests at two Thanksgiving dinners--one was my work friend's meal and the other was George's project manager's.
Last night, George and I dined with two of my co-residents, Kim and Aras, at the Blue Jay Cafe, an American/Southern home cooking restaurant--tasty. We then met up with Elle, Otis, and Dan at Wazima, our Ethiopian vegetarian restaurant-cum-bar with a jukebox that the boys love (the Phil Collins album gets a lot of play when they're present). I did my civic duty by calling out a bum who tried to steal the bartender's tips left out on the bar. He told me to go f@*k myself, but the bartender/proprieter kicked him out. The rest of the night went smoothly with much laughing, and George and Otis sealed their drunken fates with Irish car bombs. This yielded a very loud and bleary-eyed Otis and a ridiculously sleepy George.
Today we returned to the Frolf course, my first outing with my right hand since my injury/surgery. I averaged a double bogey on each hole. Lovely.
The Steelers are breaking my heart these past weeks. First, a treacherous victory over the Browns. Then an incredibly embarrassing loss to the FRIGGIN' JETS! The Jets? Fo' real? If the men of Black and Gold don't bring it on Monday night against the abysmal Dolphins, I will cry. I watched the Jets game at a non-Steeler bar, and the only other Steeler fans were women who'd brought their boyfriends! George had sneaked off to work (on a Sunday!) and was absent from Steeler Nation-by-girlfriend.
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