growing

every trip to the bay makes me not want to leave. if i can handle the transition to small-town madison, i'm sure a downsizing from new york to san francisco is palatable. what was also palatable was the food (sorry, my segues are nauseating). even with the overwhelming caucasian hegemony surrounding me, had a great brunch at the ferry building doing all the stuff white people love: lattes from blue bottle, macarons from miette, mexican food (specifically chilaquiles veracruz) from the tamale stand on the pier, and eating outside speaking spanish while listening to jazz played by cambodian refugees on organic instruments locally sourced from the tenderloin. also stumbled again upon in-n-out, the highlight of my foray into fisherman's wharf. was honestly awesome to see a lot of newly old faces from residency and i actually made some time to go to the meeting. i'm growing up!

also evidence of my maturation...a new car (a la rod roddy from the price is right). i went uber-practical and bought a honda fit sport "for the cargo" that i don't really need. it's not like i deliver cakes or anything. but yeah, i'm happy with my purchase but a little soured on the fact that parking in downtown madison is almost as much as manhattan (wtf?). all they have here is space.