Grandy Ho's

After recovering from my bazillion hour workout that included a bazillion mile bike ride on Sunday, I finally got myself off the couch after an unsuccessful nap. I coulda gone either way: sleeping for 2 hours or sleeping for 20 minutes. I never really got to do either as there was some highly irritating banging noise coming from the apartment upstairs which means it may or may not have been my landlady. This noise went on for.ever and it was too long to be a "hanging pictures" noise and too mechanically spaced to be a "sex in the middle of the day" noise. I ended up losing my shit and banging on my wall and it immediately stopped. Weird.

I went to this Japanese/Sushi restaurant in Cole Valley called Grandeho's Kamekyo, on a date. I know! Weird! The best part, besides the amazing sushi and the great company, was that I thought the name of the restaurant was Grandy Ho's and I was all, what they hell kinda Japanese restaurant has a name like THAT!?! Afterwards we walked two doors down to an Irish Bar and closed the place. On a Sunday no less. Actually I think we got kicked out. The bartender was all, "Hey, I'm ready to leave whenever you guys are." Oops.

On the way home I decided to drive by Twin Peaks since I haven't been up there with my new eyes yet. It was So awesome! It was a really clear night and there were even people up there at like, midnight thirty. And for some reason, I got all weepy. I think I may have been overwhelmed by such a beautiful city. I immediately thought about going home and blogging about it but jeeze, how gay is that? But, because I was drunk-ish, I forgot all about it when I walked through the door and fell asleep while stuffing a Cliff Bar in my mouth. Hahahaha.

Did I ever tell you that my future husband is in my class with me? My school uses a cohort format so all 14 of us have been together since day one. I call this one guy my future husband because I had a crush on him for the longest time but never acted on it because, well, I knew I had to spend the next 23 months in class with him and for a myriad of reasons didn't want to be like, hey! and then have him throw up, or laugh in my face or whatever. But then the crush went away and we're just friends. But then something weird happened. He called me on the weekend and asked me what I was up to. Not asking me on a date or anything, but just like, hey what's up? Normally our contact consists of emails where we ask questions about class and insult each other along the way. Like:

Hey dork. Did you do the homework?

Yeah I did, loser.

You're the loser, can you send me a copy?

But never a phone call. So he called and was all:

MFH: Did you go out last night?
Hez: No, why?
MFH: Just wondering.
Hez: Did you?
MFH: Yeah I got trashed but I am such a lightweight now it only takes, like, 2 beers.
Hez: Loser.
MFH: What'd you do?
Hez: I was at the pool.
MFH: So you didn't go out drinking?
Hez: Uh, no.
MFH: Hi. St. Patrick's Day?!?
Hez: Amature
MFH: OK give me a call later.
Hez: Uh, ok? (hangs up and stares at phone)

Weird!

So I was in class last night. Thankfully statistics is over but now we have this stupid research class. We have to write a bazillion page paper on a research proposal. We don't have to actually conduct the research, just write about what we would do if we really had to. So I am sitting there and I pull out my cuticle oil/softener and proceed to hydrate my cuticles and the girl next to me leans over and says, that's really girly.

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Am I not girly? I know! Weird!