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Good And Bad Aspects Of The Road Trip

Just got back from a weekend trip to the Santa Barbara area. I'll blog a bit about it in future posts. For now, just wanted to say that I love taking trips...the best part is the prep and the beginning...there possibility of experiencing something new is so cool. The downer is that sometimes (many times) things don't go the way you plan...one key thing for me that the wifi in a motel we stayed at didn't work at all...the aggravation of being without the internet...it was like not having air to breathe...could be worst I know...and I should "tune in, turn on and drop out" but I can't live without my internet...so thus, you have a pic of mad me...luckily, things were better at the second motel...whew!

Pink Pants Thursday

This is my trad "look at me" outfit. Pretty snazzy, huh? I got a bunch of responses to it. All positive mixed with the quizzical. One guy said I was totally "Kanye West"ing it...I'll take it as a compliment.

Wharf to Wharf 2009

So I've been training for about 6 weeks straight...more or less for the Wharf to Wharf run in Santa Cruz. I took it seriously since Sid's godfather laid down the gauntlet early on. With my manhood on the line (not really), I was ready to go on that Sunday. Unfortunately, Sid's godfather opted out due to extenuating circumstances...while legit, it still left me with enough desire to see how well I could run the race. We got there late to the start (of course) and I spent the entire race trying to catch up to the 7-8 minute milers. I never got there and finished in like 48-49 minutes...I was hoping for like 40-42 minutes. I swear, half the time I was ducking and dodging all the slower runners there. I got positive and negative responses from the onlookers...Santa Cruz...what do you expect?! Anyways, it wasn't until the race was finished that I realized I did the race all wrong. This was not a competitve race. It was meant to be a fun race where one did a decent run with fellow runners listening to live bands that played along the route. Damn...I missed out this. Next year...I'll know and do better...

The Road From Mama's leads to...Il Cane Rosso

Sorry faithful readers for the lack of postings recently. Blog lazy is what it's called and I had a bad case of it. Try as I might to be diligent with this duty, I've been lax to say the least. Thanks in advance for still clicking on this site to read about my musings! Haha. Anyways, Wifey and I went to Il Cane Rosso recently when Roli Roti was queued up like crazy. Il Cane Rosso is runned by the guy who does Coi...one of those chic places to eat in the City. The food here is suppose to be like an Italian rotisserie. We both ordered the porchetta sandwich. It was about 9 bones and it came with table side service. The server we had was pretty nice. She even made a point of telling the people behind that they had to leave because they didn't purchase any food from the establishment. Nice to see...there's been many a times in the weekend Ferry Building rush where people will take seats that are not rightfully theirs. When the interlopers said they didn't see a sign that said they couldn't be there, the server pointed to the main awning and said 'the sign's right there!' Touche! I wish I could say the food came with the same zing...unfortunately, it did not...boo hoo. Don't get me wrong, it was a decent porchetta sandwich but it suuurrrre was skimpy...they were making a killing on these sandwiches...I felt ripped off cuz I was still hungry afterwards...flavor wise, the porchetta was roasted decently but it didn't have the intense flavor/aroma as the one found at Roli Roti...in the future: Roli Roti for porchetta but if the line's too long then I may consider Il Cane Rosso...second place is better than none sometimes...