Last night, Toby and I had dinner in the Castro at a place called Tangerine. We found it by accident after hopping on the F-Line, a local above-ground train of sorts. We’ve been meaning to check out the F-Line for weeks, in hopes that in the morning as an occasional change of pace we might take it instead of Muni. But it’s kinda slow. And while this might not get my ass to work early enough in the morning, it’s a nice ride in the evening. And so we rode until we saw 14th street and Church and then hopped off to explore the neighborhood a bit. And find food.
Food. Food has been a tough necessity for me as of late. I have decided to give this South Beach diet a try. I’m not planning on going all South Beach strict on my ass, but cutting down on the mass consumption of white bread, pasta, and random potato products might not be such a bad idea. I could spare a few pounds. Lately, I feel as though I’m growing an inner tube. And so it has begun. Talking about dieting is such a bore. I ordered the red snapper and a salad. He had tofu curry and vegetables. Both dishes were lovely.
After we ate, we headed back to Noe Valley where we picked up a bottle of wine and purchased some new books. Toby picked up Bob Woodward’s book, Plan of Attack and I got The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. With cable away for the summer, we need something to do. I also picked up this book. You know, for good measure.
We arrived back at home and promptly put the books down once we were greeted by our television. We watched Downloading Sex. I was wondering if I might see Toby enter the “Exhibition Room” and get his groove on since he worked there and all, but this did not happen. He recognized a few people in the “Exhibition Room”, but did not join in. Thankfully. The show was interesting. They did these things called “Masturbation Studies” and when they were on I could not take my eyes away from the screen. So odd. Basically, a woman is asked to enter a small, private room and sit in front of a camera while she gives herself an orgasm. Fascinating, watching someone’s face while they masturbate. With the sound turned off, I imagine they could just be singing karaoke.
Hell, ain’t got much to say today. I will post my pictures from this past weekend tonight. Finally, some eye candy.