sammiches

so, i was reading angelikas page today and she had a list of favorite sandwich places in sf. basically, her list was a little lacking, so i came up with my own. there's some overlap here, but she left out a few favorite places, so she gets a D+ for that.

here's her list:

• Teds Market
• Darby Dans (So. City)
• Piccolo Petes
• Roxies
• The Sub Center
• Cafe La Taza
• AK Subs
• Sorrento Deli
• Molinaris
• Saigon Sandwiches
• Little Luca (San Bruno)
• Working Girls

OK here's mine:

Submarine Center aka Sub Center aka The Place that Can Make Everything Better
820 Ulloa Street, SF x West P

I became addicted at an early age. In High School, I was here at least once a week. I had one of those little cards with the stamps to earn free subs. The best is a center hot pastrami, made by the young guy. diet coke. maybe some sun chips. yum yum yum yum.

The Sandwich Shop

635 19th Street (Potrero Hill)

I used to work around the corner from here for YEARS, so i survived off this stuff for a long, long time. it was always the go-to, safe favorite. they put hella meat on their sammies and the avocado is always fresh, the bacon always crisp and sometimes they give you a free cookie!

mae's (r.i.p.) apparently its calld M & L Market...didnt know that

691 14th St(between Landers St & Market St)

so, even though mays doesnt exist anymore (tear :( tear ) it's still on my list because it was that damn good. yummy hot pastrami. she used to serve it out of a crock pot. yum. the chicken salad sandwich was grubbin, too. if you forget to order the bread first, mae freaks out. you also get these delicious little almond cookies when you pay.

boudin bakery, various locations

it wasnt until russell moved to ny that i realized that you couldnt get get a turkey avocado on sliced sourdough just anywhere. i figured since boudin was a chain, they were everywhere. shit, there's one in disneyland...how was i supposed to know? anyway, their turkey avocado sammie is TO DIE FOR, you dont even have to put any mustard on it, but sometimes i do. maybe a lil clam chowder on the side, if im feeling hella frisco-ish.

roxies

1901 San Jose Ave

I dont know when roxy's became such a "thing." i usually dont go for dutch crunch, but roxys dunch crunch sandwiches are oh-so-good. they have this mexican apple soda there that f'n rocks. usually i'll get them heated up. depends what im having.

Mario's Bohemian Cigar Store Cafe

566 Columbus Avenue

i've only been here a couple times, but i mean, any place that puts sandwiches on foggaccia has got to be the bomb, right?

new kids forever

Friday i went to see New Kids at the hp pavilion in San Jose.

it was Steph's bday and she didn't tag along, and is probably still really pissed that i missed her birthday. in my defense, i have never stopped loving the fab five from beantown since the moment i set eyes on them in BOP magazine back in 88.

we tailgated like real dorks and got in trouble by security as per the usual. I'm sure i"ll look back at the pictures of me with a side pony tail and new kids shirt singing "Please Don't Go Girl" into my beer bottle and laugh/cringe.


seeing them all together again on stage was so amazing and gay and i loved it

the crowd loved them

everyone sang along

every waved their hands during hangin' tough

no one was too cool

i want to go again.

ouch

ive been having crazy dreams again.

last night i dream that this scary, terrier type dog

dug his claws into my legs and his fangs into my arms.

it was strange because i could feel it.

even in my dream,

it hurt like hell.

a few of my favorite things

white rabbit

--If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?--

why does this guy keep showing up everywhere? curiouser and curiouser.

goodness

the best brick oven pizza. ever.
278 Bleecker Street, New York, New York

to my river rat

being up at the river made me miss you so much.
it was your favorite place and is still one of mine.

how crocs saved my life

i always thought plastic shoes should be left to Barbie and Ken, but maybe I was wrong.

i've been wandering around nyc for the past week and there have been several instances where i wanted to cut my feet off because they hurt so bad.

but then, stephs mom let me borrow her croc flip flops and my feet were in ped-heaven.

so maybe viable excuses for wearing such ugly shoes DO exist.

i was at coney island the other day and these two little kids were peeping some crocs that someone left behind.

then this little puerto rican girl ran up, put them on and ran away. i don't think they were hers, but her feet probably hurt so what the hell.

frychos

i did not eat any frychos when i went to visit 4503 in san diego and today i am really, really craving some.

my favorite animal is poopies

little baby pitbulls curled up on a deck chair

even puppies need suntans.

fin de semana

im excited for craft day in colma.
can't wait to be gay at civic center.
maybe i'll have a backpack full of vodka again -- you know to drown my sorrows.
right now i really want a chinese hot dog.

im almost completely out of san jose!
it's both liberating and frightening.

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you're riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live.

my last blog was gay

my last blog was gay.
it's going to be in the parade next week!
yeee!

baby im amazed

i fell in love with a boy

he ate corn off the ground,

had a holy water teabag incident then

disappeared and reappeared miraculously.

he fell in love with my "third tit,"

promised he'd never go gay

and then proposed.





it was the best day of my life

the luckiest knee in the whole wide world

10/10/08! I'm sooooo there

seward slides

they're kinda like a super exclusive underground club, you know, the kind you need a hardboiled egg to get in to, except its not a club at all, just some slides that i totally heart. the fun nazi will probably call the police though, so be warned.

sandra dee

i'm a horrible singer, but that doesn't stop me from belting out the grease soundtrack with my bff at rich's 93.

duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh na

so, I decided that the pomp and circumstance is my favorite song. I don't think that any other song can bring tears to my eyes so quickly.
I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable seat at the yakima sundome waiting for my baby sister to get her high school diploma.
ten years ago, around the same time of year, I was sitting in an equally unconfortable pew at st ignatius church eagerly awaiting my diploma. it makes me think, god, I'm old.
yakima is such a strange place. according to some insane person, its the palm springs of washington. I beg to differ. everything is so sad and depressing. it seems like a place where dreams come to die. people don't set out for yakima, they end up here. these graduating teenagers have their sights on the "big city," seattle, tacoma, anywhere but yakima.
I was caught of guard when I found out that my sister wasn't coming back home to sf for college. I thought for sure it would be her first choice. I'm happy that she's decided to venture beyond her comfort zone and really go away to college. I'm excited that she gets to have that experience, because I never did. I never lived in a dorm. I have no idea what that life is like. is it all keggers and panty raids, or have I watched too many 80s movies?

bananas

my blistered feet thank you for your long walk and good conversation --

always, endlessly, without fail.

through all of my triumphs and tradgedies, i can count on you, best friend.

sometimes i hesitate talking to you, because you tell me what i need to hear

and not what i want to hear.

thank you for reminding me that i'm a beautiful, ambitious and SANE person.

today i really needed that.

pink thank you bag

Today I watched an old Chinese lady carelessly wander into the middle of the street.
In some strange way, I envied her.
She didn't look both ways.
She just knew no one was going to run her over.
Sometimes I think I watch every step
all to carefully
and don't take enough risks.
don't worry; I'm not going to dart into oncoming traffic, but maybe
the old Chinese lady was trying to tell me something.

i'll be loving you forever

jordan knight & I @ K101 prom, 2007

jordan knight concernt @ the Independent in SF 2004?

so, i'm a bit saddened that NKOTB gave a less than stellar performance last friday on the today show. however, i'm still going to tattoo i love new kids 4 eva on my forearm.



ever since about 1988, i've been in love with the 5 boys from beantown. i saw them in concert at the shoreline. i had all the videos, tapes and memorabilia. i'd make my mom record oprah or whatever show they were on during the day. and now, 20 years later, i sat in front of the television watching their first performance in over a decade and was so close to tears. russell was trying his hardest not to laugh at me, but i must admit, i looked like a crazy loon singing the words to "tonight" and then calling Lana to sing to her our revised version (lana, lana, lana tonight)



i love you joey, jordan, jon, donnie and danny!

from smachy

Ten years ago, my best friend died. She was taken away from me suddenly, just as we were both figuring out who we were. i was seventeen and getting ready for my prom. She had already left high school and was trying to get shit straight. I couldn't blame her. I envied her. Always, all the time. She was beautiful, sweet and honest. She made me understand things about myself and about the world that most 17 year olds couldn't grasp. Maybe that was just all the pot we smoked. I don't know for sure.

For years after her death, I watched as the media tried to villainize her. I watched her family mourn and try to pick up the pieces. I watched her friends stand up at Police Commission meeting after meeting, refusing to let her death be swept under SFPD’s filthy rug.

I was angry for a long time – angry that my friend was taken away from me in the way that she was. Last January, charges against the officers involved in her death were dropped. After a nine year uphill battle, everything was over. I decided then that for years I had focused only on her death and not on the wonderful person she was and the great friendship we had.

There is not one person in this entire world who had influenced me the way that she has. I will forever be grateful to her for all that she gave me and continues to give me.

I love you she-she and I miss you terribly.

the palace

the palace of fine arts...
so weird to call it by its full name
i know it simply as "the palace,"
the place where i would stumble around
with a red cup in hand
more than 10 years ago
avoiding my dad
who might just pass by
on a friday night skate.
last night i went to the palace
with my dad
who was honored
with the Governors’ Service Medallion
for outstanding service
to the
National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences.
He was also nominated for an Emmy for his work on “The War: Bay Area Stories.”
The event itself was pretty boring and I spent most of
the ceremony sending silly texts to Russell.
However, it was cool to get dressed up and have dinner inside the Exploratorium!

bummerific

Three bums tried to take advantage of my kindness and steal my wallet.

I lost my keys or so I thought.

The scraggly leader of the pack had been my knight in shining armor.

He was sitting outside of the bar -- a bar that I've been to a million times, but just can't remember the name. It’s on the corner of This street and that Street and has a red and black marble entrance.

Whatever. That's neither here nor there.

The dude in the green jacket who smelled like oil politely handed me my keys.
My hands were full and I knew they were all just trying to make a buck, so I let him help me open the door.

I put my bag on the seat and the bearded bum with the purple and black windbreaker and a fanny pack (I think he escaped from the 80s) opened the passenger door and asked if I was OK. Now I was freaked out because I had a bum at each front door and didn't know where the third dude was. The retro bum was asking if I could help them all out, yada yada.
Of course I would. Dude found my keys, right?

I was prepared to give them a dollar each (I thought I was being generous) and third wheel bum got all indignant. I owe them this, that and the other for finding my keys and what have you. Retro bum was eyeing my black wallet. I gave him the best “don't you dare" look that I could. And he didn't. But I ended up handing bum #1 three tens and thanked him for his help.

Just a dream.

cadillac dreams

thanks, san jose. it was fun.

love,
alice in beanerland.

no more tv

i dreamt that danny bonaducci worked at borders.
i was buying a book for my trip to la with russell
the plane had left three hours ago, but it wasnt a problem
but then esmeralda broke my phone and i got all hyphy.

stop being all dramatical!

again - i need a new job.

dream a little dream

i need to stop falling asleep with the TV on.

last night i dreamt bob saget was trying to break into my house.

no, not bob saget. Danny Tanner.

Danny Tanner was trying to break into my house in his gold satin 49ers coat.

what the fuck?

I tried calling 911, but I couldn't speak loud enough for the operator to hear me.

When she finally understood what I was saying,

she said, "danny tanner, seriously?"

and then i woke up.

spontaneous combustion

This is how I feel.

Except instead of bursting into flames,

I burst into tears.

Spontaneously.

made a home from a rented house

I’ve been pms-ing for like 2 weeks straight. I cant exactly pinpoint the reason, but I do know that moving is abnormally stressful. About two weeks ago I turned in my 30 day notice to my landlord. Right now I am in the process of packing up/throwing out/giving away all of my worldly belongings in hope of a more simple life. It’s both a burden and a relief.

It’s also very sad because this house became a home once Russell came into my life. This is where he would work all day on the micro fiber miracle couch and wait for me to come home. This is where we would cook meals together (technically, Russell would cook dinner and I would watch and/or help out in a nominal way). I loved our meatloaf, spaghetti and meatballs and frychos (mmmm frychos). We would have our kid nation Wednesdays. We’d have movie nights and date nights. We'd explore neighboring towns. I miss coming home and seeing Russell shirtless and sweaty from his run, with a dishtowel tucked in the back of his pants, bent over the sink, doing dishes and other husbandly things.

He's home again and for the next couple of days I can enjoy that life.

Next week I’ll be back in the city and will be looking forward to drinks in the old neighborhood.

words that I like

forte

naivete

brazen

high-falutin'

discombobulate

onomatopoeia

eschew

tomfoolery

and my favorite word of all time

cacahuate

Hold Me Close Young Tony Danza

I'm listening to my ipod at work and i just burst into laughter. Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" came on and I cant stop but think of Pheobe Buffay. Oh, Pheebs. You are so funny.

(From the One with the Princess Leia Fantasy)

ROSS: I have to say Tupolo Honey by Van Morrison.

RACHEL: Nooo Way! The most romantic song ever is The Way We Were.

PHOEBE: See, I-I think that one that Elton John wrote for, um, that guy on Who's The Boss.

RACHEL: What song was that, Pheebs?

PHOEBE: Hold me close, young Tony Dan-za.

another attempt at palm blogging

the myspace era is over. thank god. I still haven't been able to completely pull the plug, but I'm inching closer. i'm embarrased to log on at all and embarrased for people who log on every day. I realized that I like going on myspace and updating my profile song based on how I'm feeling or what mood I'm in. that's about it. I have no desire to send glittery comments to steph or anna or anyone else for that matter. I don't really care what people are up to.
there are a few blogs I like to read. cindys are always pretty entertaining and she takes great pics. i'll link to it next time I remember. russell writes great things, but his postings are few and far between (www.theunablogger.blogspot.com). sometimes I just need to read someone else's meandering thoughts, that's all.

I just need a place to ramble on and on about the stupid things I do each day. for instance, today I was pretty sluggish at work. its my first full week in I don't know how long and I'm going nuts. I'm moody and emotional and I miss my husband.
I didn't feel like working so I spent most of the day perusing the internet. some of the random things I did....
looked at the flavor of love website....looked at "hotlantas" myspace and began to read her bio. it was so freakin long, I gave up at the 3rd kid, 2nd baby daddy.
I looked at tiffany.com for things I can't afford. I looked at christian loubouitton (however u spell it) shoes. again, something I can't afford. I read about polygamy, incest, and cloe savigny's ugly dress. I read a blog about psycho exgirlfriends that I think I'd like to repost. I played a few logic games and wrote to my cousin in malta. I looked for a new friends message board where I can play trivia games with other losers.
okay, my fingers hurt from typing on this little thing. till next time.

i pity the fool

i have this itch, albeit tiny, to post pictures on the Internet so that others may post comments like, "aww how cute" or something of that nature. while I've resisted myspace for more than 40 days, i can't resist posting these pictures of Russell and i (along with a few others) just becausse i think they are cute. So I guess I’ll build a blog around them ;)

on April 1, we were both dead tired from our trip, but knew we only had one night in the city together. Russell and I planned a get together of sorts.

our regular locale was booked for trivia night, so we strolled down the street to someplace a little cozier.

we stopped by Chinatown earlier in the day to pick up some tricks to put up our sleeves for some april fools pranks. the best by far was a roll of quarters that gave out a shock when you grabbed them. i refused to touch them, mostly because i learned my lesson a few years ago with a trick lighter in vegas. we got the korean bartenders ladies really good, and they got their jollies by making every other dive bar attendee get shocked too.

Afterwards, we stopped by the gallery and I got a second look at Josue’s collection. Amazing work by talented artist. Only great things come out of the (real) mission district. (my opinion on the fake mission district is a whole blog in itself) Show runs until tomorrow April 5, http://twentygoto10.com/ but you can also read/watch video here:

http://news.newamericamedia.org/news/view_article.html?article_id=a6bfe3963301ce5d1a46880857a147d1


ok now enjoy my cute little pictures!

hawaii 5-0

okay, I've been off of work for over a week and needless to say the pile at my desk resembles the leaning tower of pisa. nevertheless, all i can think about is the marvelous week i spent with my honey, basking in the Hawaiian sun. we still need to sit down together and remember all of the things we did so that our trip can be properly documented.

i guess i can start with picking up Russell from the airport. his plane was delayed a little and i started getting sad/nervous/anxious after seeing 5,269 Japanese tourist come out of security --and not him. when he finally did come out, i nearly tackled him. after five weeks of talking only via phone or interweb, seeing him in person was quite a shock. i kept wanting to touch his face, because it didn't seem real.

the next morning we left bright and early for the airport. we couldn't have been more on time for our canceled flight. apparently, American airlines grounded over 200 flights that day. our flight was one of them. Russell helped me from completely losing my shit. he's really good at doing that. we were rerouted through L-Gay and had about a 6 hour layover there. we took a nap behind the counter next to a crazy meth head who tried to sell me her airline meal voucher. cray-cray.

we finally made it to Hawaii at about 930. a pacific islander, mormon pastor was on our flight and his entire congreation was there to greet him with leis. that dude was drenched in orchids, too many for his own good. it was unholy. a lonely lei was draped over a crippled grandma's wheelchair and just when her mentally challenged grandkids got up to take hawaiian grandma to the potty, i sent russell on a mission for the lei. well, maybe im exagerrating just a little, but russell did steal a lei for me.

not bad for a 15 hour travel day (something like that)

Jason and Amanda picked us up. We hung out at the house for a bit, then crashed out pretty soon after.

tbc....

our first Hawaiian sunset