Misadventures in the City


Good evening, boys and girls. It’s been a while since we’ve had story time – how about I tell you (briefly) about an adventure called “Summer oh-nine”? Yes? Ok, everyone pull up a cushion and grab a cuppa, and the story begins. 

On September 8th, two-thousand-and-nine, Phillip and Julia began their journey from San Diego to Millbrae. It was a process that involved lots and lots of boxes and sweaty afternoons hauling said boxes from the apartment to the car.

Well, mostly I packed, and Phillip hauled. Sweet guy that he is. :) There was so much that happened this summer (the best summer of my life). Staying down in SD (for the first time EVER in my college career!), enjoying the alternately too-hot and this-isn’t-summer weather, interning, and spending every possible minute with Boy, who helped me move no less than four times in three months. 

We drove from SD to spend Labor Day weekend in Cerritos, where we ate lots of dinners with Phillip’s family and spent a fun day at Knott’s Berry Farm. I am back in Norcal now, where I cuddle under an old robe next to Mowgli as we watch TV. Phillip left for LA two days ago, and Mowgli and I miss him very very much. Very very. Very. 

But Phillip did spend ten days here, and unfortunately, I was not a very good host and didn’t take him out and about to funness as much as I would have liked to. But we did get a few good days in here and there, and here they are. 

Mama Chang got complimentary tickets to the Giant’s Dodger’s game on the 11th. Unfortunately, the Giants got slaughtered, and beer and food were ridiculously expensive, but we had super seats and it was super fun. 

My brother drove us to the train station, and this was Mowgli in my lap before we unceremoniously left for the game without him. And such a look of betrayal he gave us.

look of betrayal


But Peter, how do we get to Neverland?


unfortunately, it’s not by boarding platform nine and three-quarters, but platform 5. Caltrain. 

Platform 9 and free quarters


additionally, we were late and the train was empty so we decided to have an impromptu photoshoot. I call it: black & white.

nyah :)


black and white photoshoots on empty trains make us emo.

an angry twilight

an angry twilight

AT&T Park

the sweets, the crowd, the seats.



Then, on the night of the 14th, I prance around the living room whilst telling Phillip I have a surprise for him. It’s a simple one, really, involving two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a blanket, and the view from Treasure island. 

The City

night skyline of SF, as seen from Treasure Island. 


Bay Bridge

The Bay Bridge. Newly finished and very pretty. 

In honor of the third Wednesday of September, we also paid a visit to the California Academy of Science

And then on Thursday, Sept. 17th, we traipsed over to Fisherman’s Wharf to gambol about the sidewalks and lunge after pigeons. Yes, the humans too. 


That Mowgli cranes his neck in the oddest angles. You can be sure that he is keeping tabs on a pigeon. He also sometimes sleeps in the weirdest position. pictures to come later when i finally catch him at it again. 

‘Twas a beautiful day in our usually foggy city. Here, have a looksie:


So beautiful, in fact, that the ladies and gentlemen of the sea came out to the harbor to bask in the sunlight:



But most importantly – my two favoritest boys. Everyone who saw Mowgli in Phillip’s arms cooed. like pigeons. not that we needed any more of those, thank you. 

poppa and puppy

Good thing he’s not single. Otherwise he’d wreak havoc on the town, with a puppy that cute in his arms. Oh, and his considerable charm too, I suppose.

I still have tons of pictures left, but it is late and I must get up early tomorrow, so until another day. 

PS… This entry is called ‘Misadventures’ because twice we attempted to go into the city to take a Funks SF class but failed both times. First time we failed because we were late, but it was only a half-fail because we ended up wandering around Union Square instead and listening to street bands and taking in the lights. The second time was because we ALL got emails saying class was at 8, but really, it started at 7. fail. 

double fail because i didn’t even write about it. bad entry.

triple fail because i think Mowgli has fleas. bad doggie.


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