I can't believe it's only 6:30! I could fall asleep right now. But I won't.
Got up, drove to San Francisco, parked by Haight/Ashbury in the parking lot at Stanyan. Got on my bike and went through Golden Gate Park, first on JFK Street; Conservatory, rose garden, (smelled heavenly), Golf Course, buffalo, and windmill; which isn't as pretty in November as it is in, say, April).
 I love the conservatory of flowers. It's always pretty. In perfect Amandaland...nevermind...
 I came out on Great Highway by the beach. I managed this time, unlike last time I did Golden Gate Park, to ride up the hill to the Cliff House which is somewhat of an accomplishment for me.
One thing I did learn from this ride is that the 1-1.5 hr thing, while great for burning calories, is not very helpful in getting up hills. So I have decided that even if I don't go to the gym and do the long time thing, I need to at least go for 15 minutes and set it on a challenging level and do weight lifting.
 I came back on MLK, (Botanical Gardens, Japanese Tea Gardens, the blocked off Academy of Sciences). I dismounted and walked around the Botanical Gardens, then walked across the street to the Tea Gardens. I saw a couple in wedding attire getting their pictures taken by the Half Moon Bridge.
Then I went to the Haight, walked around there a little bit. Got my sunglasses replaced (finally!). Except these have blue lenses that I am not crazy about. I still have the frames for my old ones. I wonder if there is a way to get the black lenses out of there and replace the blue ones that I got?
While saundering through the street, Jeremy called. He told me he had gotten my package. It was an ear piece that could be stuck into a cell phone, as he often bitches about having to hold a phone when he talks to me. He told me he got it, but it wouldn't work with his phone. The reason I was under the impression it would, having never seen his new phone was based on the (mis)information, "It's like your mom's phone." And I can't really outright ask him what kind of a phone he has without tipping my hand. So now I am frustrated. I'm not exactly sure why. It's either because I am mad at myself becasue I feel like I screwed up, or because I can't do something nice and have it be appreciated because it is just innaccurate.:(
Getting lost in SF in the past helped prevent me from feeling lost this time because I could think, "This happened last time, and I remember how to fix it."
I went to Ghirardelli, and parked near Land's End (not Fort Mason, unfortunately, my favorite place in San Francisco). From the grass in front of Ghirardelli, I called Hooters and ordered a quesidilla to go. Went to the chocolate place, got one of their cookies that are the size of a fast food hamburger. Then walked to Hooters and picked up my quesidilla, which I ate when I got back to my car.
Then I drove home, went to Blockbuster, forgot that I wanted to rent Saved and Mean Girls (which from the clip I saw on Thursday in TV Crit, it looks funny), and instead rented Willow and Psycho neither of which I have seen before.
Current Mood: exhausted
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