Happy 3rd Birthday to UNOCCUPIED.ORG! Poor domain. I almost forgot to re-register this domain. :( Hopefully, the transfer will go through.

Today was an interesting day. Lele called me from France. Not once…but several times due to the fact that I rarely hear my cell phone (my ring tone blends in with background noise really well). So I would check my cell and see my missed call. I tell myself OKAY, NEXT TIME I WILL HEAR IT but I don\’t. I finally got to talk to the chicken and frog (MAJOR PARIS SCENARY) later on.

On the way to our Alcatraz night tour, Tanner and I fed ourselves a lot. A club sandwich plate, an ice cream soda for me and a single double dipped chocolate cone for Tanner, calm chowder, shrimp and chips… It was disappointing to find that the movie The Rock was inaccurate. There is no shower room with the balconies. There are no underground sewers. Tours where the guide locks visitors behind bars…does not happen. How disappointing. Although one guide locked Tanner and I inside a dark isolation chamber (with two other cowardly Mexican boys) for about 30 long seconds. Because it was a night tour, we got a tour of the prision hospital. The best part was when the guide tried to fit all 20 of us inside the bug room aka the psycho ward for the crazy inmates.

Later on, Tanner and I went to the restaurant The Stinking Rose in North Beach (aka Little Italy). The restaurant was known for being centered around the bulb of garlic (everything had garlic!) Personally, I was disappointed. I picked the wrong dish as usual and ended up with an entree of neon colored ravoli that was vegetarian. The ravoli was only stuffed with cheese and potato surrounded by a white cream sauce. No flavor whatsoever. Tanner on the other hand got a plate of angel hair of pasta heavily tainted with garlic. On the way back to the BART, Tanner suddenly got a major stomachache. He freaked out and started running toward the Transamerica (that triangly thing unique in the SF skyline) except…it was closed! But I never saw anybody run so fast. So out of sympathy, I led him away from the Financial District…and within 2 blocks, I found the Hyatt Hotel. We waltzed in as we were guests there and headed to the second floor, where the restrooms (or washrooms as Tanner so lovingly calls it) were located. When we returned to my house, my mom fed Tanner a dose of Mylanta that had expired in the year 2000. Mmmm…that boy!

Oh yes and Tanner picked out a supremely bad DVD to rent from Blockbuster – Out of Time. So predictable that it wasn\’t funny. I ran away twice. Why are there outtakes as the bonus features???

And in closure, read my statement of purpose for grad school (due like in a few days). Any comments appreciated!!!!