Ok so I tried to go to work today. Seriously. I did. I went to work and I couldn't get in the door so I turned around and came home.
I've been a little bummed out because my 20th high school reunion is the day after Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania, which is the stupidest time to have it, according to me, if you are not planning on being anywhere near Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving. I looked into it and it is probably going to cost about a thousand dollars to freeze for the weekend on the east coast so I am not going to go. I have been invited to three dinners and a pajama party in my neighborhood which beats the pants off (literally, pajama party) attempting to travel (especially fly) during that time.
I decided to cheer myself up and enjoy an awesome California day and ride around on my beach cruiser to figure out why I FRIGGIN LOVE where I live - ALAMEDA. First of all, it's trapped in a some sort of time-space continuum from 1950.
GREEN BRIDGES
City Hall looks a little Mayberry-ish.
Crazy, awesome old cars in candy colors!
Crazy buildings
Little Pink houses for you and me
Even the Fire House is some goofy little spanish villa.
Oh, and don't forget the Spite House
I rode my bike down by the bay to get a picture of Sutro Tower from my neck of the woods for you.
Here's my bike.
Here's Sutro Tower in the background of Sand Castle land.
...and some more reasons why I FRIGGIN LOVE ALAMEDA.
small furry ground creatures that pose for you.
PALM TREES!!!
It's hard not to go too far without running across a bag or a box of "FREE STUFF" in Alameda. I scored some glassine envelopes.
Here's the field my softball team came in last place last season. Yes, my position was right field and this team of geese could probably beat us.
This is just awesome.
Random unsightly fiberglass rocks to conceal possibly unsightly outdoor mechanisms.
and lastly, here really is a picture of what the tower looks like from my neighborhood.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Why I Friggin Love Alameda
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