San Francisco 4th of July Trip

Some of our blogging hiatus can be attributed to our SF trip for the 4th. The rest of our blogging hiatus is attributed to our working long days to pay for our SF trip for the 4th. All in all, it was entirely worth it. Stopped by my boy Colin's shop The Darkside Initiative and got a Carhartt UK jacket. Hit up Double Punch for our vinyl toy fix. And got to meet some of Sarah's cousins, who were fun as hell to hang out with. We even got a stripper to tip US $12 in ones, of which we used $11 to purchase late night drunken pizza slices. We bar hopped North Beach and ended up at Rogue Ales Public House, an all Rogue beer pub. A pint of Double Chocolate Stout was definitely had. And were major tourists as we watched the fireworks display at Fisherman's Wharf.

Yet, all I have to show for it (until Sarah uploads pictures from her camera) is this delicious clam chowder and shrimp poopboy sandwich we had on Pier 39.

Russian Scrabble

Trying out a new type of Scrabble with the little lady. We left all the vowels in the bag. Go figure.

Eww

Sarah's mind is just disgusting when we play generic Scrabble

When Vowels Become Your Enemy

Played a coupl'a rounds of Lexulous (aka Scrabble) with Jesse and we both had the worst tiles known to man. The surprising thing was that they were all vowels. You always hope for vowels--for some reason we just had a devastating amount.

PS. Don't mind the score; intelligence is not measured by points accrued in such games. psh.

Clever rendition of Old McDonald song by Jesse due to his tiles:

Old McDonald had a farm
E I E I O
and on his farm he had a lexulous board
E I E I O
with a vowel here and a vowel there, here a vowel, there a vowel, everywhere a vowel vowel
E I E I E I .... NO!

Consuming My Life Right Now

These little bastards!