Congestion and Armageddon

Some of you lucky friends have been privy to the month-long "IAH Congestion Chronicles" (sorry...).

So today after seven failed attempts to visit a doctor I finally did.

But that's not what I'm here to tell you about. No, friends. This is a story about the bellyaching in the waiting room. AY!

The waiting room wasn't terribly crowded - I'd say there were about seven people there. It's a doctor's waiting room. Nobody's happy to be there. But did it really have to disintegrate into this?!

The bellyaching started in my least favorite way: the "I'm talking to myself in a volume I hope you hear and respond to" method. Gawd - I hate that! Speak directly to me or don't. I don't do this semi-conversation sheesh. But I digress...

Initial bellyaching is about how the rumor is that the doctor isn't even in the office (gasp!) and making people wait. This morphed into how the clinic used to be better and more attentive when they had the "heavy-set lady doctor and other guy" working there. Next it's talk about how maybe the doctor is late because he got trapped in Bay Bridge rerouting traffic. Then to talk about how none of these people will ever set foot on the Bay Bridge again as it's bound to collapse again soon - and worse. And that's because the end of the world is coming. One person in the waiting room said (and I quote) "it's all in the bible - the end is near". Another pipes in with "Remember 9.11?". While another dials it up a notch with "I'm worried about 2012!".

I'm serious - from "I hear the doctor isn't even here!" to fears about 12.21.12. Really? REALLY?!

Thankfully I had my iPhone to occupy myself before I had to school these fools on the cyclical nature of the Mayan calendar. I hate it when I have to get all hyphy "I was an anthropology major" on people's asses. It's just so unladylike.

Tramp!

I was watching My Antonio last night (don't judge me...) and couldn't help but notice Antonio's Bat Man tramp stamp. WTF?

Happy Ending

Ah, yes - another fun-filled weekend is behind me. Sigh...

Started off with a great Friday afternoon: met my friend Justin for lunch at Chabaa followed by a walk through Golden Gate Park, along Ocean Beach and then back again. Afterward I met up with Matt for drinks at my two favorite North Beach spots: Specs and Vesuvio.

Saturday was spent at The Tami's for the Liberty Hill Honey harvest and BBQ. Then to Denise's for snacks (including piglets in blankets - yum!) and The Pirate Movie. Such good times!!

Now it's Monday morning. Ugh...

Are you there blog? It's me, IAH.

Yeah, I've been neglectful about blogging. It's not because I don't like you. It's me, not you. Hush your filthy mouth...

So let's get back to talking about the minutia, inanity and hubris that fills my day to day life, shall we?

Yesterday was a delightful day full of tasty food and good friends. Really, it was.

Started off with early morning breakfast with Loraine and Tami at Doyle Street Cafe. Instead of my usual (some derivative of bacon 'n' eggs) I opted for a combo platter of potatoes, salsa, avocado, bacon and love. The best part? On the bill it was listed as "Heaven with bacon". Now that's what I'm talking about...

Then it was off to meet my mommy. She was in LA last weekend and brought me some snacks. Who's got the best mom? IAH, that's who.

Back to Oakland to meet up with Ilana for pedicures, gossip and good times. After Ilana and I parted ways (with red nails!) I walked to the new yogurt place on Piedmont Ave. Despite the dumb name, Tutti Frutii is some tasty sheesh. For reals.

I came home with the full intention of doing laundry but opted to nap instead. You know my motto: don't fight the feeling.

Met up with Mandy for dinner at Aunt Mary's. It was their one year anniversary (!). Lots of good food, silliness and heart laughs ensued. And I've even got the signed poster to prove I was there.