Don't you see the rest of the country looks upon New York like we're left-wing, communist, Jewish, homosexual pornographers?

(we continue on the "recap of fall" blog series...)

I don't want to live in San Francisco long-term (short term!), but that city has some things going for it (public transport is not one of them, sadly). Namely, people are generally nice, but not in the over-bubbly SoCal way. I went on a run with Clark and we were immediately miffed when someone didn't say "hello" back to us while on the trail (they must have been East-coasters). If you say "hello" to people you run by in NYC, you either get a weird look or some sort of comment about your butt (a guy once told me I didn't need be running because I have a "luscious ass. Don't jog that off." Thanks, I know, I'm on Kayne's Workout Plan).

I digress. Things I like about the Bay Area:

• Riff and Clark


• Free vegan food (no joke - they were passing it out near the BART station in the Mission -- I don't usually jones for vegan food, but hey, good to know it's free)


• BYOB


• A "real" Macy's, open "real" late with a "real" shoe department, including a "real" nice salesman who picked out some knee-high (like almost over-knee-high) boots for me


• Mexican food


• Crazy Molly (and as an extension, tall friends)


• Access to numerous national parks


• Houses with murals of Obama on the front


• Outdoor space (all the apartments/homes I visited had a deck or garden or whatever)


• Loehmanns (we didn't find anything there, but the clothes we tried on plus the public dressing rooms = fun/disturbing)


• Drunk Riff

Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.

Halloween is one holiday I truly missed while in Amsterdam (though they have Carnival). But this All Hallow's Eve we all wanted to be little Dutch girls, regardless of the costumes we were wearing.

I live next door to her, and she's harder to get into than a Pearl Jam concert.

Hello friends. Sorry for the long break. I have been busy/lazy. And it's fall. So it means there are a lot of stories.

In no chronological order, we'll start recounting them. Today: Stef gets her face melted in Pearl Jam's 2nd to last concert at the Spectrum. You sweat my seats. Big time.