Mission Dolores
It’s been a long time. I don’t know what to type.
Some people were doing this flexy activity outside of Moscone West, where we were attending Apple’s Worldwide Developers Conference. While I’ve learned a lot at WWDC these past two years, the strongest memories are definitely of playing Munchkin at the hotel after hours.
This tunnel under the street in Discovery Park has an eerie glow, especially when it’s starting to get dark outside. I love how much of this city makes you feel like you aren’t anywhere near a city at all.
A bird made its home on this pipe in the garage of our apartment building, right above our parking spot. It was pretty calm around people, so we got a pretty good look at it when we came out to the car.
This kitty, and a dog across the street, often peeked out at us as we started our daily walk.
I guess I’d choose “911” in this case, for brevity and memorability.
The alpaca office is in there, apparently. This comes from an outing with our friends Jon and Sarah, who are a couple of the *grown-up friends* we’ve acquired in Seattle. See, with some of our friends, we still have a pretty college-style way of hanging out: spontaneous invitations to hang out, dropping in to sit on the floor and play video games, unselfconsciously bouncing around between activities. With other friends, it feels grown up: in-advance planning, an offering of something to drink when we arrive, lots of taking care to be nice to each other. Actually, trying to think of attributes of either type leaves me thinking that the difference is just in my head, and I just segregate friends into ones I met before college and ones I met after.