Hollandaise ice cream
Despite the drizzly weather, LG and I strolled on up to North Beach for lunchies. We had a delicious Italian meal served by a delicious Latino waiter, and I ordered some delicious fruity cocktails, including one called a Screw Love that did me in.
Does anyone else feel a sense of dread on Sunday nights? I don’t know what it is, perhaps some leftover emotion from when I was a kid and dreaded having to start another week in school where I would be harassed and called names. But I always get this icky feeling Sunday nights knowing that I’ll have to get up and start the whole week over again on Monday morning.
I’m so glad I have Friday off. God bless St. Cesar Chavez.
