anti-social in sf

so paul is always calling me anti-social. not anti-social as in hiding in a corner and being a recluse, but anti-social like some sort of deviant. i always figured it was because he was wound too tightly (i was wrong, let's not forget paul ate peanuts from momo's toes shortly after meeting her) but it seems i do exhibit some anti-social behavior. here are some examples from my recent san francisco trip:

1. at vicki and stew's wedding, vicki and stew made their rounds by everyone's tables to thank everyone for coming. when they came near ours, margie wanted a picture taken with the happy couple so asked me to take a picture with her camera. this is the picture i took and also "made" dave huang take with his own...

2. on friday mimi and i are walking around union street and her friend marina joins us. we're all a little thirsty so we step into this french bakery. for whatever reason they decide not to get anything but i'm drawn to the condiment counter in the back. there's this big jar of nutella just staring me down. i take a few scoops out of the jar and eat it straight. they follow suit with the homemade jams. we still didn't buy anything before walking out.

3. after dinner marina and i hit this spot called medjool on mission and 21st. it looks like a big loft with the main dining area and bar on the ground floor with extra bars and seating above/around it. we head up to the mezzanine level and look over the bar and dining area. she comments on how the dining area gets cleared to make room for dancing later. i comment on how i can spit right into the exposed sugar bowls below.

4. as i'm leaving neo's place to head to sfo, paul and i are hauling my luggage through the parking garage towards the street where paul is parked. we're about to pass the vending machine right by the exit but mid-stride and sentence i step in front of the vending machine. as i'm still carrying on the conversation with paul i rock the machine back and forth once to dislodge a hersheys chocolate bar. i retrieve it and stash it in my luggage. i rock it two more times and a nestle crunch bar drops. i stash that in my luggage as well and we're on our way.


more pictures from the wedding:





"hanky, i wouldn't marry you cuz you're only this big..."









"hey margie, let's take this cool picture where you totally feel me up..."