Mas sangria, por favor

The never-ending (and always tasty) quest to find the best sangria in town.  It's hard (fruity, boozy) work but somebody has to do it.  And that somebody is IAH.

Last night Michael and I had dinner at Esperpento.  The tapas were delish (except for the potato and onion number - that was less than premium).  I extra loved the spicy potatoes and the asparagus.  Michael wanted to marry the plate of ham sandwiches (or at least spoon with them).

But let's get down to what really matters:  sangria.  Consensus was that the sangria at Limon is still tops.  And this sangria had cubed oranges (with peel).  I accidentally chewed a piece and it wasn't pleasant :(

Heaven in a glass!

If I were to get a tattoo it would be the length of my forearm (because I believe in going all the way).  It would be an enormous red heart.  Inside this red heart would read "IAH + sangria = TLA"*.  Because it's true.

What's not to love about red wine and booze-laden fruit?  I've had my share of sangria - in many glasses, in many towns.  Some were tasty.  Some were fruity.  Some were extra boozy.  Some were bitter.  But a select few have been the sangria of my dreams.  Nectar of the gods.  Dare I say...heaven in a glass.  Well, it happened to me on Thursday night at a wee restaurant called Limon.

The place was crowded.  We made our way to the bar.  Michael says "Pitcher of sangria?".  I say "Yes, please!".  The sangria was a total dream.  Oh - and the food was hella good.  Scratch that.  The food was beyond hella good.  All in all - a great night.  

*TLA = true love always (for those who don't know)

Fisting. It's the new black.

Fisting. Lately it's everywhere.

I remember back in the day (2007 was it?) when it seemed like Michael and I were the only ones that talked about it (on a daily basis...). And we still do. Um, yeah...

It's only a matter of time before it becomes a competition event on Rock of Love Tour Bus. Hi oh!

Can City

It was a great, fun, friend-filled weekend.  Curiously, the funniest thing I remember (maybe because it's the last thing that happened on Sunday night) was hearing Michael's tales of "Can City".

Well, truth be told I don't really remember what he said about Can City.  I was too stunned and awe-struck by this nickname.  Um, who knew that those in the know refer to Kansas City as Can City?!  Makes me want to hop on a plane right now and head over there.  Come on - we're talking about cans, people!  CANS!!

I don't know about you but in my world "can" refers to one of two things:  breasts or rumps.  I can't tell you how much mileage I've gotten out of the Simpsons episode where Homer appears on "Rock Bottom" talking about the babysitter's "sweet can".  Which leads me to the (sweet) can warehouse at my former employer, GCC.  Ask Jemmy - she'll tell you all about it ;)

Weekend Silliness

Kicked off the weekend by spending quality time with Michelle on Saturday afternoon.  We went to her friend's housewarming party in Alameda.  The place was super cute (who knew?) but I couldn't help hearing my dad's voice in my head saying "Never live in Alameda - it's just landfill.  You're in trouble if there's an earthquake".  

Anyhoo - we giggled and socialized.  All in all - a very good afternoon.  And then...

...it was off to the city for dinner with Michael and Shawn at L'Osteria.  Dinner was nothing but silliness and laughs.  Seriously.  And the food was hella good, too.

From dinner we went to see Nicky at his bar tending debut at LaLola.  He did a great job.  Oh - and the sangria was delicious (and flowing freely).  

The next day I spent the afternoon with Matt.  We had mai tais at Kona Club (the tiki bar in my neighborhood).

It was a great weekend.  But then I woke up Monday morning feeling sick.  And here it is Thursday evening and I'm still sick.  Was it the weekend booze that did this to me?  Nah - it can't be.

My posse's on Broadway, erm, I mean Polk Street

Spent Friday night with my two favorite guys - Michael and Nick.  We were at Bar Johnny for Jess' birthday bonanza.  The place was wee and crowded but their cocktail menu was sweet!  I had a few cocktails made with tequila, basil and some other sheesh.  Don't remember what they called it but it has the word "posse" in the name - what's not to like?

So, with this posse beverage in my hand (and belly) and Michael and Nick (the two silliest guys I know) by my side you know it was a good time.  I don't remember a lot of details except for the foxy bartender, Michael's friend's checkerboard slip-on Vans (meow!), "I Want Your Sex" on the jukebox, my saying something totally inappropriate (and untrue) about Michael's and my relationship to his co-worker (yikes...) and the warm, tasty, maple-y goodness from Bob's.

Spending time with Michael and Nick made me nostalgic for the good old days.  Two Beer Wednesday anyone?

Damien2008

Yikes!  I had dinner at Chow (oh, how I love Chow!) last night with Sarah and Michael.  Amidst the yummy food and yip yap I glance up and am awestruck by what I've just spotted.  Let's just call this child Damien2008.  Why?  Um, because he's the doppelganger for Damien in the original Omen movie.  Yes, it's true.  I'm not exaggerating.  I swear.  Was it creepy?  Oh, yeah.  

Now, while I don't know if he was marked with the number of the beast he still made me very uneasy.  For reals.  

Viva Los Gigantes!

Shield your eyes, children.  Yes, those are actual images of acid wash jeans and exposed azzcrack.  What is with today's youth?!  Ay dios mio...

Went to the Giants game last night with a pack of friends and silliness ensued.  The first photo is of sweet, innocent, naive IAH and JLib drinking beers before going to the game.  Little did we know what high jinks awaited us.

The night's high/low-lights:

• finding street parking near the ballpark - hurrah!
• arriving on time to meet our friends at Momo's - woot woot!
• it was Emiko's first baseball game - can I get a what what?
• hanging out with Michael's new work pal Jess - good times!
• a girl sitting in front of us was wearing acid wash jeans - oy!
• JLib doing the "Carlton Dance" (whatever that is) and getting on the big screen - sweet!
• JLib being chastised by the pretzel lady for requesting a pretzel with "some salt"(when the only two options were with or without salt) - shame!
• exposed azzcrack in negative 5 degrees fahrenheit weather (OK, it wasn't really that cold but still - that azz should have been covered up) - gag me with a spoon!
• the drunkard "lady" putting the moves on Michael by mocking his moustache while grabbing her breasts - dude...