Food, Girls, Penises and Other Things

I never thought it would be this easy.

Living in SF is a major factor in this 'Eating Vegan is Pretty Damn Easy' feeling. The girls and I hit The Plant Organic this weekend and I was satisfied with the number of vegan options and the fact that they list what is vegan and what is gluten free. I fulfilled my need for breakfast with orange juice and coffee then decided the vegan lunch options were more attractive. While the tomato pizza was nice, light and not too overwhelming, it managed to keep me satiated from noon until 6PM, which, in itself, is amazing. The side of vegan snausage was a 'just because' impulse order. They had it and I wanted it. Until I ate one and decided I was better off without. You can't win them all.

I made the smart decision to say no to the vegan 'Pot de Creme w/ Cookies" on their dessert menu. I was torn. I had dessert in my bag, 2 sandwich cookies from the bake sale, waiting for me to inhale them.

It's good to remember that The Plant doesn't look like its going anywhere and I can always come back for the desserts.

After dropping off my wares at the SF Vegan Bake Sale earlier that day, the dear dr. walked me to muni and I ran off to meet the girls for brunch. It's a rare opportunity to hang with just my girls and despite not being all that girly (as too much estrogen in a room sorta makes me feel wonky), I really cherish my time with them. After brunch and seeing "An Education", we holed up in a back booth Murphy's for some beers and dishing. Not feeling particularly beer-ish, I opted for water and listening. Dating woes and analyzing of the strange behavior of the opposite sex. I didn't have much to offer up except the whole, "It finds you when you're not really looking" which I almost immediately retracted. I never want to be full of pithy platitudes.

Someone then said, what we have probably all said or thought at one point or another in our lives.

"This would be so much more easier if I was a lesbian."

Which, of course, I had to disagree with. Some things may be easier but if I was dating someone too much like me, with the same monthly hormonal imbalances, we would be highly likely to gouge each others hearts out with dull spoons.

And then there's that whole 'you don't have a penis and i like penis' thing.


In other news, this sad little fella, upchucked on the dear dr.'s table and laid down to die. So sad. We put him in some soup and ate him.

Did I mention that I am in love?

Why yes Virgina there is a Santa Claus.