I had a dream last night that I walked to the North Berkeley BART station, rode the train into the city, got off at the Embarcadero, then wandered around San Francisco lost as hell. I was nearly fired for missing my first day of work.
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Posted by: Jeffraham Prestonian | November 04, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Were you pregnant too?
Posted by: Amyisgonnamissherbrittbritt | November 05, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Ah ha! North Berkley. No wonder I didn't spot the blue house. I was one stop further south. While in North Berkeley, tapas at a place called Fonda is highly recommended. The scallops are to die for.
Posted by: Scott Smith | November 05, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Sounds like a day in heaven to me!
Posted by: Jill | November 06, 2007 at 12:00 AM
You could always come back.
Posted by: Kate O' | November 09, 2007 at 12:00 AM