Our friends went to Costa Rica for a week. They live in SF and offered to let us stay in their apartment while they were out. It was appealing to say the least. They live really close to a lot of hip bars and restaurants and we don't often get the chance to overnight in the city with the dog. Albeit the offer came with house rules that were emailed to us, but nonetheless we decided it was worth it. We dropped the dog off at my brother's place and proceeded into the city around 1:30pm. Traffic was slow once in the city and it took an hour and a half to get to their apartment. We grabbed all our bags out of the car and went through the security door. The key to their apartment was in their mailbox, so once we got inside Brent pulled out two sets of keys. He looked at his hands, at the keys, and then at me- mouth open. "Not funny," I said. "The keys are on the Honda's keychain." "Well, let's go back and get them." So, we proceeded BACK to the east bay, got the keys, and back to their apartment. I made dinner reservations during our lengthy drive and after 3.5 hours of driving to get to SF (which should have only taken 1 hour) we were relaxing in their apartment.
House rule #6: Don't wear Mindi's shoes. Brent!
Well, it said Brent, so I tried on some of her killer shoes! Some of which I never see myself wearing but are gorgeous and we wear the same size so...
House rule #8: feed fishy.
Well, fishy looked like he was 2 days away from floating. So I (over)fed him - he hadn't been fed in 4 days! He moved to eat some flakes so I saved his life in my mind.
We went to our dinner (Bistro Central Parc - french food) and had a nice meal. Then we met up with Eddie and his new gf. They both were very excited about dating each other and had both cancelled their match.com accounts (this is how they met, duh). Other parties joined us and we went to two more bars. Brent decided to say hello and goodday to every man and woman he saw on the street... even though he wasn't that drunk and neither was I, it was hilarious. Around 12:30a people starting talking about going to our friends' apt around the corner. We decided we should pick up liquour from a store but none were open.
Instead we found a hot dog street vendor. Well, Brent sniffed it out. And two bacon-wrapped hot dogs topped with jalapenos and grilled onions later, we were back at the apt with a handful of people going up to an apt that wasn't ours. Tim raided the cabinets immediately. Pretzels. Tim raided the freezer: Safeway pizzas. Tim raided the fridge: beers. Someone then opened a bottle of wine.
House rule #duh: Don't take pictures of girls reading magazines that the home owners don't know in their bed.
Broken.
2am I'm out. No idea when Brent went to sleep or when the people left. Woke up at 11am in the clothes I wore out; tacky. Crumbs everywhere, half bottle of wine open, 8 beers gone.
Cleaning commenced; fishy's bowl was cleaned, trash taken out, and we decided to replace their food/drinks we consumed instead of just leaving money on the counter. We looked at the bottle of wine and googled it. "WHAT!!! I think that bottle is $125!" Upon further inspection it should be roughly $30 available at Whole Foods. So we proceed to BevMo for beer and wine replenishment. No wine. We go to Whole Foods. Got pizza, no wine.
We left SF around 2pm ... and I really hope we find that stinking bottle of wine.
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