So, I am back in San Francisco this weekend, which OF COURSE means a trip to the farmer's market at the Embarcadero on Saturday morning for the oh-so-delicious porchetta sandwich. I think if I could be in love with a food item, it would be this sandwich.
BUT, a night out on the town with some former co-workers rendered me abso-fricken-lutely useless come Saturday. And not just Saturday morning ... ALL DAY Saturday. I couldn't even move. I couldn't even eat! I couldn't even make it out to see my delicious porchetta. I'm sorry dear porchetta.
Even worse than missing out on porchetta while I'm here in San Francisco? I couldn't even enjoy the incredible ass spanking that UCLA Men's B-ball delivered to Stanford on Saturday! I usually like to do a really obnoxious Balki-esque dance of joy around the house with lots of random "suck its!" in front of Whitestar's face, but couldn't even manage one pitiful taunt.
Lesson for the day? Beer before liquor, never been sicker.
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