Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Nightlife was filled with soothing bodywork, dazzling body art, and enough aromatherapy to adjust your Chakra's and even your Chakra Khan ! Explore the bath and body world of "Naturally Beautiful Nightlife" from July 8th and find out what its like to sniff too much Peppermint Essential Oil.....
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Some one needs a flo bee !!! This man in the elevator used to have long straight hair until entering the Rain Forest exhibit. Now look at him ! and the lady to the right of him USED to be 6 feet tall !!! She forgot she was 'dry clean only' before entering the Rain Forest.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Right after the ‘Big Bang’, men began to contemplate combining their inner geek with arousing night life. The California Academy of Sciences finally cracked the code by luring science loving masses with hot dance music, spirited cocktails, and some ‘book learnin’ thrown in. Everyone likes your brains, but when your brains are holding a beer, no one can resist you! “Nightlife“ at the CAS on Thursday nights, exhibits education without the boring stigmatism of being called “intellectual”. Indricotherium lovers raise your glass, in honor of the perfect fusion of sci-fi and sexy!
The temptation of “Nightlife” is the right blend of wild animals mixed with booty shaking beats. It’s like taking a trip to Vegas for the night without the regrets, or empty bank account the next morning. The people who attend are as diverse as the creatures they have come here to explore. Mission Hipsters, Tree Huggin’ Hippies, Marina Socialites, Bridge and Tunnel commuters, and fun lovin’ Castro crowds all mix under the hypnotic DJ rhythms. Come with your regular friends, or come to meet fresh, newly laundered friends! “Great night!” Says Maggie of SOMA, “I think I'll do it again next week!” Everyone looks better with a cosmic cocktail, strobe lights and a pulsating dance floor under their feet.
This is a great event to impress your out of town guests with as well! San Francisco sites are known for chameleon like transformations from day to night. After the sun goes down, we have café’s that turn into art galleries, bars that turn into comedy club’s, but who knew that the CAS could transform into a party paradise? During “Nightlife”, the roof top at the California Academy of Sciences leaves an endless canopy of real life, little stars above your head. For those of us who don’t have telescopes embedded in our ocular lobes yet, the CAS has provided a mammoth one for you to view those tiny stars.
Follow me for the next three months as a 'Scene Insider' for the Ca. Academy of Science. I will be reviewing the Social Scene, the DJ's, and Thursdays "Nightlife" event for your amusement and mine.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
There are also an insane amount of white collar business people at the cafe who come here to FIGHT with one another. It's FANTASTIC! I have sat here just this morning now for 1.5 hours and have beared witness to TWO arguments already.Some are quick little spats, but sometimes you get lucky and have voyeuristic pleasure for hours...
For instance, two 20-something year old co-workers ordered coffee, while they stood across from the condiment counter pouring non-fat milk into their espresso's one says to the other one,
"Even IF I hadn't forwarded your email to him, I would have still suggested to him that you needed to work on your approach"
"That's not what I am saying, that's not what I am saying, I understand why you did it but don't tell me one thing and do another"
"I'm trying to help you, dude, help YOU"
"I'm the one who decides that NOT YOU! That's NOT your job"
They stood across the counter from one another evil eye, to evil eye- by now several of us had begin to stare...
"Hey, do you maybe want to go for a walk?"
"ya, that's cool"
So as I sit here now, writing this, there are two very big boned women in business suites who have excused themselves from the table of four across the room, to come over to the condiment table to have a 'pissed off at you', 'in your face' argument.
You can't ask for anything better, really. This saves me from having to strain my ears to hear them on the other side of the room !! It's kinda like a 3D Reality Show because they have now moved so close to me I can actually see the spit flying out of their mouths as they begin to go from a heated whisper to a full voice.
"Remember that *I* am your manager"
"I will *not* sit here and have you talk to her like that"
"I will talk however I WANT in order to get the project completed"
"You don't like her, we all know you JUST don't like her, we all like her, you don't like her"
"I don't like the quality of her work, and yes I think she could put more effort into her job"
"So you admit, you don't like her"
"This is not productive, don't talk to me like that, I am NOT your friend, I am your manager"
Both turn away from one another and return across the room to the two other women they are with. DAMN !! Now I have to really strain to hear them. I do things like stretch in my chair while turning my head a bit to the left, I act like I am looking out the window, I turn my laptop a bit more angeled towards them....
Within minutes, Ms. "*I* am your Manager" is now raising her voice to all women at the table.
"I am who I am, and I am *not* going to change, I am stressed, I have alot of work to do, I need my team to work with me. A 7 hour day, with a 1 hour lunch break everyday is NOT going to cut it with me ! You have worked here 18 months, that is not long enough to prove YOURSELF!"
The argument continue's on with two earlier spitting women explaining the "chain of command" to the 'girl manager does not like'.
Second spitting woman says, "If I ask you to do something, and then Rebecca asks you to do something then yes, Rebecca's work takes priority because, she is a higher rank than me... but then you must communicate with me that you have put MY work off to do Rebecca's work, and tell me how long it will take you to get back to MY work"
Manager (who we now know is Rebecca) pipes in,
"I think that I am a bit aggressive, I know you've heard that I'm hostil, my tone of voice is not like yours, I *can* get more aggressive, but I chose not to. So I don't care what you have heard about me, or what you think you know about me, I am the manager and I decide what gets done. YOUR SHOW-MAN-SHIP IS SH*T !!
When she says this her voice is raised now which is helpful so I don't have to look at her to hear her, but now I feel My Stomach get shakey like she is yelling at me too. Flashbacks of what it was like to work at corporate and have three bosses are coming back to me and I struggle to defend myself and want to help 'girl manager doens't like'.
Manager continues, "The showroom looks like sh*t, no one can buy that sh*t, what is wrong with you? Why don't you ask for help? Why am I the fulltime housekeeper here? I have a team of people who are supposed to work with me, and everything is dirty, messy, and filthy. Who's responsibility is that? IS! IT! *MINE* ?"
OMG it's so uncomfortable right now...
Dead Silence...Crickets....No Talking....Is this MIC on?
Someone tell her who's responsibility it is so we can ALL get through this meeting !!!
'girl manager does not like' is statue - like, chewing gum at rapid speed, with one arm draped behind the back of her wooden chair like "I really don't give a sh*t, just get over yourself" (an attitude which might be what caused this entire 'sit down' in the first place). But I can't help but feel sorry for 'girl manager doesn't like', with these women sitting down with her talking AT her for over an hour now, she must feel totally ganged up on. Hell, I FEEL ganged up on just listening to it.
I don't think 'girl manager doesn't like' has said more than one word during this whole debate, and the poor Chinese lady at the table looks completely disinterested and couldn't give a Crap what all these fat-assed, white ladies are so angry about. She just stares blankly at all of them, with a note pad she has not written on, staring out the window ....probably contemplating when the next number 30 Stockton bus is coming.
Finallly the Chinese lady says to 'girl manager doesn't like', "look, are you willing to change your attitude"? Dead Silence..no talking....uncomfortable.
This situation may never get resolved. I say we all meet back here tomorrow at 12pm and continue it then....
Sunday, March 14, 2010
She would tell me any story that came to mind and talk so fast and tell me the same god damn stories over and ...over and over...and like, she was my BOSS so what are you going to say?
She'd be like, "did you finish that thing I gave you?" and I'd be like "not yet" and she would be all, "why?, I gave you plenty of time" and I wanted to say, "look ass hole if you weren't in my office *all up in my grill* with your dumb ass stories I could get some work done and meet your deadlines, you F'ing MORON"....but again, she was my boss so I would just be like, "you're right, I will get right on that !" .....dumb bitch....
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Stuff yourself like a Cannoli at Joey and Eddy’s Italian Restaurant
I’m sure you have heard of the “South Beach Diet”. While it may to improve your waistline, it’s not going to win you many friends. No one likes a picky eater. Groupon suggests to you, the “North Beach Diet”. Start by taking your rat pack to Joey and Eddy’s Italian restaurant in North Beach, San Francisco. Use your Groupon to pay for 66% of the meal (chicks dig that). Today’s deal of the day serves up a carb-o-licious cuisine filled with meat, pasta, cream sauces, and assorted paisano’s with a smile.
At Joey and Eddy’s you have the choice of ordering entrée’s or family style Italian meals. The family style meals feed 2-3 people if you are Italian American. If you are an average person who eats recommended serving sizes (whatsa matta you?) then Joey and Eddy’s family style entrée will feed 5-20 of you. At Joey and Eddy’s the full bar (7 days a week) provides enough booze to make even Dean Martin blush.
Might I suggest the spaghetti and meatballs? Joey has the best freakin’ dish of balls I have ever put in my mouth. At about $10 a plate you will have had too much to eat, and still have enough to carry home to your mamma.
The atmosphere of Joey and Eddy’s is much like Zuppa (another one of Joey’s creations across town). Mood lighting, wood burning oven, exposed kitchen, and very romantic for lunch or dinner. Joey and Eddy’s has beautiful views from picture windows of Washington Square Park (famous park which also neighbors tourist hot spot, St. Peter and Paul Cathedral). In a district that caters to unknowing tourists looking for cheap eats, most of the choices are silly Italian American themed bars and café’s. It’s refreshing to find one joint that still takes eating Italian food seriously.
Monday, January 4, 2010
I pray to GOD when my father and I golf, that we do not have to golf with other people. Or, we are not ahead of *any* golfers so that I won't expose my slow, clumsy approach to the game with any one else with eyes. Really, if I could golf with all blind people *this* would be ideal, but until the Helen Keller Foundation supports this sort of a course, I'm screwed....
We approached the 6th hole, EARL has teed off and is now walking a few yards ahead of my father and I. I am now engaged in a very critical conversation with my father about 'how golf balls could be prettier', and how 'I need cuter golf shoes' if he wants me to play more golf with him.
I am crouch over my ball concentrating, I feel a light tap on my butt cheek. This startles me a bit, as I think it is my father. I stand straight up and look at him like "WTF"? In return, he looks at ME like "WTF"? "You ok"? he says. I feel silly because he is standing about 8 feet away from me so I couldn't have possibly been him.
I set up again, no sooner do I bend over when I feel a tapping on my butt cheek. I jolt up and spin around to look at my dad. With wide eyes I say, "this may sound weird but are you poking me?" My dad with concern says, "No!, are you ok?"
Without answering, I set up my ball again and feel a tap on my butt again. I put my hand back on my butt cheek and feel the fluttering of wings against my skin. My heart drops into my stomach and my face flushes with heat as I realize what is in my pants !
NOW A BURNING SENSATION ON MY BUTT CHEEK. I put my hand down my pants and grab my butt cheek!! the BURNING gets more intense and I start to feel BURNING in more areas of my butt cheek.
I FLIP OUT !!! I start screaming "OH GOD- OH GOD- OH GOD !!! DAD DAD !! I think, I think, I think there is a WASP IN MY PANTS- WASP IN MY PANTS- OH GOD F&*%@ F*&^%$ OH GOD DAD DAD HELP HELP. My poor dad, has *no idea* what to do...he is shocked.
As if this wasn't attracting enough attention I am now swating my ass and jumping up and down. I could NOT get that F'ing wasp out of my pants ! Out of desperation I lose all sense of public humility and I pull the drawstring on my pants to rip them off in the middle of the green. My dad and I are now both smacking my legs and my butt. I start to cry as the wasp flies out of my pants. My father grabs me to hold me close to him, I am still so so freaked out, I'm shaking, my ass hurts, I am sobbing harder with each breath.
There we stood, my father and I in the middle of the green for about 30 seconds before I realized that 1-my pants are still off, and I am hugging my father 2- I have no underware on 3- I am freshly waxed 4- The senior discount crowd watching us from every green around us is not even pretending to look away at this point, they are statue like.
I quickly pulled my pants back up. I wiped my tear stained face. Poor EARL was trying all he could do to not face us and look the other way, pretending to concentrate on his golf game. I gathered my golf bag, my pride, and my father. We took a long walk across the green to meet EARL once again.
We were all quiet. My breathing had gotten better, the air was still, and the birds had begun to chirp once again. No one said a word for a few minutes.
I rubbed my butt cheek as EARL sized up his putt, my dad looked on at his golf clubs, I stood waiting for someone to say something. Anything. No one was speaking, it is was uncomfortable, I wanted to just die. Then EARL, in a Nonchalant tone says, “I didn’t know we were playing strip golf?”
Saturday, January 2, 2010
I had been invited to a baby shower along with 12 co-workers I had only known a week. My new job was very conservative and therefore required its employee's to have a large stick inserted up their ass the minute they were hired. I agreed to have the 'stick inserted', but only if I was allowed to promptly remove it at 5pm everyday for a good scrubbing. This was permitted but ONLY for me, and I was hired.
Part of our obligation as office employee's (only the white people for some reason) is to do a lot of sucking up. Sucking up so much that my mouth (between the hours of 9am and 5pm) actually formed into a round circle from the pucker on 12 (afore mentioned) co-workers asses (maneuvering around the stick of course). So, as you can see, I was obligated to go to this horrid event. I just KNEW what was going to happen with this crowd before I showed up...and it did. The minute I mentioned that I lived in San Francisco the whole room fell silent. The look of horror covered most of these women's face's.
One woman exclaimed, "Why would you live there? Its soooo dirty, with her hand to her chest as if she was protecting herself from me". (ya, IM the one with cooties, your husband was at the dive bar last week feeling up a cocktail waitress-she'll do anything for a tip). The next woman agrees and says, " I used to work there but I left that job because the traffic was just awful all the time AND finding parking was so terrible, how do you do it?". (it's called a taxi, dill hole, google it) And finally the third comment I always get (from the hostess "pregger's extraordinaire") says, "oh its so dangerous there, be careful!"
This is when I have an Ali McBeal moment where I envision she must think that I run down Mission Street with Scissors, half naked, and smoking a crack pipe on Sundays....I think to myself "be careful?, Be Careful, BE CAREFUL ?!?!? Excuse me 'shake and bake' you just slammed fertility drugs for months until they finally took. NOW you are allowing 3 fetus's - all at the same time - to suck your life force, make you a hormonal monster, eat 3/4 of everything you consume, and give you hemorrhoids for 9 months, while your sex starved husband is under investigation for sexual harassment (it was a misunderstanding, now our receptionist drives a 2009 Hyundai Santa Fe) !!!! and you want ME TO BE CAREFUL !!??"
I smile and say through a clenched jaw, " oh don't worry, I am".
I bit nervous, I will admit 1- I overdressed for the occasion, wearing a dress too low cut, and boots (too heel-y and definitely too leathery) 2-had one glass of white too many (chardonnay of course, the mascot wine of soccer moms who married when they were 18-21 everywhere !) 3-and finally had a dazed plastic smile on my face way too forced, while pretending to care about baby shower diva's Ann Geddes baby photo's hung in the 'baby room to-be'. My cheeks had cramps in them for weeks after...
I joined a group of three women taking a tour of the house because I was so freakin' uncomfortable I figured if I was walking from room to room out of eye view no one would notice I had poured a third glass of chardonnay. All three women began to descend down the stairs as the tour was coming to an end (1 more hour, 1 more hour, I can do this for 1 more hour). I let the other three women go ahead of me, hoping this would buy me 2 more minutes before I had to go downstairs and meet back up with this group of women who were all sitting in a half circle at the bottom of the stairs waiting for us so the baby shower games could begin.
I take my first step down the carpeted stairs noticing that the stairs are slick from the newly cleaned carpeting and that the stairs were Freakishly short compared to my very large feet. I thought, no problem I'll just put more body weight on my heels to make it down safely. 14 stairs to go....no sooner than I thought this I took my next step and my heel slipped off the edge of the next step.
I don't have to explain to you how much noise it makes when a 160 lb Italian woman eats shit down 14 stairs in a house that was thrown up in 10 days using plywood, superglue, and some Astro-Turf carpet that has just been "cleaned" with a Sham-wow.
I flew down those freakin stairs like an elephant on a superslide. My ass (stick had been ejected on collision with second stair) thumped down each stair like a firecracker. I assumed that using the baby shower guest immediately in front of me as a floation devise would stop my fall, but no, she was no match for me and she ended up a casualty (well more of a Toboggan) and ended up underneath me during my final skid into the half circle of terrified woman.
I was stunned, the room was silent. You know when you are humiliated and the fact that you are so humiliated superseeds any pain you may have been in?? I stood up, carpet rash on my face, skid marks on my knee's (and in my undies too I'm sure), knowing that the entire baby shower had seen my green g-string underwear which CLEARLY did not match what I was wearing (yes these are the things that go through women's minds). There was no laughter, no comforting, no "are you ok?"...just silence... Just one woman who said, "you really need to be careful".