At work this week, I went out to a thai restaurant with some coworkers for lunch, and we got onto the topic of some dumplings I had enoyed in Shanghai. They are called Xiao Long Bao, which means "Little Dragons" and in english they are known as "Shanghai Soup Dumplings." They are quite delicious, and Chris mentioned that there is a place in the Outer Richmond that is supposed to be really good. Plans were rapidly made to go eat there on Sunday!
Well, today rolled around and I rolled out of bed. Navi followed and I fed her, fed myself, and headed out the door on a nice long morning walk. We strolled around, enjoying the crisp morning. The grass in the park nearby was covered in dew, so Navi stopped to roll around in it. After she had her fill of rolling in dew-covered grass, we meandered around a little more. Eventually, we headed back to the apartment. We approached the door, I looked to my hands where my keys usually are...and I was no longer holding my keys. I was shocked. It was terrible because I needed to re-trace my steps, but Navi's hips have been giving her trouble lately. The last thing I wanted was to have to run around the entire walk again with a dog that has gimpy hips. Too bad. We had to re-trace all our steps, TWICE, and no matter how hard I looked, I could not find my keys. Navi was hot and tired. I was getting grumpy. I realized that I had mailed a letter that morning, and wondered to myself, could I have possibly mailed my keys? It seemed unreasonable because of how I tend to hold my keys, but to be safe, I wrote in large words on a big piece of paper, "If there are keys in here, please call Pam Berkeley" and put her phone number underneath. I was really frazzled because all this key searching had really sucked up all my time, and I was about to be very late to meet my friends for lunch. I ran home, and knocked on my landlord's door, praying they were home to let me in. They were, which is a miracle on a Sunday morning, and they let me in. I had spare keys to the house, so it wasn't a problem once I got inside...but I need to have more keys made.
Once inside, I kissed Navi on the top of her head and gave her lots of water, grabbed my bike, dashed out the door, and biked faster than I ever have to the bart station. I practically biked down the stairs into the station, swiped my card to get through the turnstile, and sprinted down the stairs. I felt the rush of air signaling a train coming or going, and hauled my bike down to the platform. I made it just in time, and dashed onto a train next to a man in a lavender button up shirt and a plaid sports jacket unsuccessfully attempting to tie a hot-pink bow tie onto his neck. I heaved a huge sigh of relief, and parked my bike in a good position and waited to reach the city. Halfway through the ride, the man with a hot pink bowtie asked, "Do you know how to tie a bow tie?" I replied that I didn't, but if he could show me without it being around his neck, I might be able to figure it out. He demonstrated the strategy with the bowtie around the stem of his bike, and after a few tries I managed to get the bowtie on. Not a skill I hope to need to use again, and not a skill I think I could recall.
My stop came, and I headed up to the real world again. I hopped onto my bike, and biked through the city, blindly guessing my way to the approximate region I needed to go. I passed the painted ladies, I biked through Golden Gate Park, and I meandered into the Outer Richmond. I eventually found the restaurant, locked my bike up, checked my watch, and I was right on time! Phew!
Soon, Chris, Shaina, Thomas, and two of Chris' friends showed up, and we all headed in for a delicious lunch! The Shanghai Soup Dumplings were pretty good, but I think I know of a better place to have them in Chinatown, which is a lot easier to get to. However, the green onion pancakes at this place were phemonenal. Pam would love them!
After we ate our fill, I hopped back onto my bike and meandered home. I think I have a super-hero skill of always managing to find the hilliest way to get somewhere. I always climb these huge hills, and when I get to the top, I look to both sides, and one block on both side, there is no hill. It happens far too often to be normal!! At least it gives me a good workout! I decided to take the Transbay bus home, and when the bus dropped me off in Emeryville, I pedaled over to Pam's house to guzzle some water and chill out for a while. I hung out for probably 30 minutes, and then pedaled back home, where I collapsed in a sweaty pile with the dog before taking her on an afternoon walk. Fun!
Well, today rolled around and I rolled out of bed. Navi followed and I fed her, fed myself, and headed out the door on a nice long morning walk. We strolled around, enjoying the crisp morning. The grass in the park nearby was covered in dew, so Navi stopped to roll around in it. After she had her fill of rolling in dew-covered grass, we meandered around a little more. Eventually, we headed back to the apartment. We approached the door, I looked to my hands where my keys usually are...and I was no longer holding my keys. I was shocked. It was terrible because I needed to re-trace my steps, but Navi's hips have been giving her trouble lately. The last thing I wanted was to have to run around the entire walk again with a dog that has gimpy hips. Too bad. We had to re-trace all our steps, TWICE, and no matter how hard I looked, I could not find my keys. Navi was hot and tired. I was getting grumpy. I realized that I had mailed a letter that morning, and wondered to myself, could I have possibly mailed my keys? It seemed unreasonable because of how I tend to hold my keys, but to be safe, I wrote in large words on a big piece of paper, "If there are keys in here, please call Pam Berkeley" and put her phone number underneath. I was really frazzled because all this key searching had really sucked up all my time, and I was about to be very late to meet my friends for lunch. I ran home, and knocked on my landlord's door, praying they were home to let me in. They were, which is a miracle on a Sunday morning, and they let me in. I had spare keys to the house, so it wasn't a problem once I got inside...but I need to have more keys made.
Once inside, I kissed Navi on the top of her head and gave her lots of water, grabbed my bike, dashed out the door, and biked faster than I ever have to the bart station. I practically biked down the stairs into the station, swiped my card to get through the turnstile, and sprinted down the stairs. I felt the rush of air signaling a train coming or going, and hauled my bike down to the platform. I made it just in time, and dashed onto a train next to a man in a lavender button up shirt and a plaid sports jacket unsuccessfully attempting to tie a hot-pink bow tie onto his neck. I heaved a huge sigh of relief, and parked my bike in a good position and waited to reach the city. Halfway through the ride, the man with a hot pink bowtie asked, "Do you know how to tie a bow tie?" I replied that I didn't, but if he could show me without it being around his neck, I might be able to figure it out. He demonstrated the strategy with the bowtie around the stem of his bike, and after a few tries I managed to get the bowtie on. Not a skill I hope to need to use again, and not a skill I think I could recall.
My stop came, and I headed up to the real world again. I hopped onto my bike, and biked through the city, blindly guessing my way to the approximate region I needed to go. I passed the painted ladies, I biked through Golden Gate Park, and I meandered into the Outer Richmond. I eventually found the restaurant, locked my bike up, checked my watch, and I was right on time! Phew!
Soon, Chris, Shaina, Thomas, and two of Chris' friends showed up, and we all headed in for a delicious lunch! The Shanghai Soup Dumplings were pretty good, but I think I know of a better place to have them in Chinatown, which is a lot easier to get to. However, the green onion pancakes at this place were phemonenal. Pam would love them!
After we ate our fill, I hopped back onto my bike and meandered home. I think I have a super-hero skill of always managing to find the hilliest way to get somewhere. I always climb these huge hills, and when I get to the top, I look to both sides, and one block on both side, there is no hill. It happens far too often to be normal!! At least it gives me a good workout! I decided to take the Transbay bus home, and when the bus dropped me off in Emeryville, I pedaled over to Pam's house to guzzle some water and chill out for a while. I hung out for probably 30 minutes, and then pedaled back home, where I collapsed in a sweaty pile with the dog before taking her on an afternoon walk. Fun!
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