junctures of november

This month with filled with adventures.

We went to Trouble Coffee Company, which was featured in This American Life:

We spent an entire day in Golden Gate Park:

Addie was not a fan of the bison.

Then there was the flood:

It was discovered because water was pouring out of this light fixture.

We were moved to this swanky apartment for a week:

Addie and Moby spying on Twitter.

Addie found her new home.

We watched Chicago with Elaine and Greg and it was awesome:

I finally downloaded and beat Sam & Max. It only took me 15 years:

Nick and I had out 7th anniversary:

We went to Musee Mecanique for our yearly photo booth photos. 

And he bought me flying wish paper.

The restaurant was a little to fancy for us, so we went to Ghiradelli Square for dessert.

And took our first ride on the cable cars.

For our anniversary, I got Nick a cheese making kit:

Paneer.

Garlic goat cheese.

Honey goat cheese.

Ricotta.

I got my nose pierced:

An hour later, we realized that the stud matched Addie.

We attended the opera and saw La Cenerentola (Cinderella):

Nick turned 26:

I got him a royal title. Don't worry, I still outrank him.

So much rain:

But I'm finding ways to survive.

VW Bus tour with two couples from our building. Seriously, best tour ever:

My first attempt at knitting a color pattern:

Neil arrived in America with my brothers and we all road tripped in Ryan's bus:

Thanksgiving:

The famous cheesecake. Gone within seconds.

LA Day:

Finally tried Phillippe's. I mostly agree with everyone else's stance: this place has the better sandwich, but Cole's has the better venue. 

Olvera Street.

The Museum of Death. It is exactly what it sounds like.

It's a Wrap. We all ended up with something from True Blood.

Perch.

The Last Bookstore. Nick said I could only buy two books. I ended up with six.

Making sure Neil's visit was filled with the American experience of bacon everything.

Second Thanksgiving:

Zombicide before dropping Neil at the airport.

Six people trying to take pictures of all six dogs.

Whiskey and cigar time.

The drive back to San Francisco:

much love,
hedgie