Barely Blogging and Photo Dump

So rather than bore you with the details of my eats and what-nots over the last few weeks of barely blogging, I’m opting for a photo dump.

I’ve been trying to find better (read: healthier) ways to occupy my time. SO, instead of checking out local dive bars or lying on my couch for 5 hours after work, I’m trying to go for walks/hikes to explore areas that are still new to me. Last week, my co-worker, Nick, and I took the Los Gatos Trail that starts off at Vasona Park and winds up the mountain. The last time I did this, I took the trail from Campbell Park to Vasona Park (which involves NO hills whatsoever). This hike was a little more challenging.

Last Thursday, I went to the Macklemore, Chris Brown, Trey Songz, and Calvin Harris concert. So did 2 of my students. I know this because I ran into them. Awkward.

Last Friday, I went to my first Giants game. It was also the first time I’ve taken the Caltrain to the city. It was also -5 degrees outside and our layers (both clothes layer and alcohol layer) weren’t doing much to keep us warm.

Aside from me and Emily, nobody knows what “OKAY, IT’S TIME TO TAKE A FUNNY ONE NOW” means.

We’ve been soaking up the weather like CRAZY. It’s been perfect – between 75 and 85 every day. It rained a bit today, but the sun is BACK IN ACTION.

I discovered the Mimosa Swirl. Before I moved up to NorCal, Jen was always telling me about “this place called Aqui” that serves industrial-strength margaritas. Well, I’ve had my fair share of them since I’ve been here. But I had never been to Aqui for Sunday brunch when they serve these mimosa swirls (which is essentially just champagne mixed with their industrial-strength margaritas). THEY. ARE. FAB. And ridiculously strong. So you’ve been warned.

I’ve been quite the loyal customer to Philz Coffee. It JUST opened up about a mile away from my work and I’ve already frequented the place FOUR TIMES this week. Before they opened here, I had to drive to Palo Alto or SF to get my fix.

And LAST photo dump – I met my neighbors.

About a week ago, my friend from UniCamp checked in to my apartment complex on FourSquare. He was visiting some of his friends from high school. Random, right? Out of 200+ apartments, I found out that his friends live right next door to me.

My friend, Ryan, on my neighbors patio. SMALL WORLD.

So now that we’re all BFF and everything, I invited them over for dinner last night. Not with a knock on the door. Or a text. But with a paper airplane note. #classic

Now I’m at Nook on Russian Hill, passing time until 6PM when I meet Ananth and Kirstin for dinner at Amelie. The last time we all had dinner, my car got towed. Lesson learned. I forked over $15 to park in the lot. WORTH IT.

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Do you borrow sugar from your neighbors? Or, at the very least, do you know their names?

If Macklemore and Chris Brown were going to die in a burning building – and you could save only one of them – who would you pick and why?