No cooking for Sarah. Bad Sarah.
Jer, Zed, and I tried Potsticker King on Friday. Apart from some weirdness with our waiter, who would not let me order the
I was going to go to the Cherry Blossom Festival up in San Francisco yesterday to meet up with Lydia and check out the cosplay events. But I couldn’t find anyone to carpool with, and last year I drove up, spent about an hour failing to find parking, and drove back home, annoyed beyond belief. So I skipped it. Instead, I biked up to Mountain View and had a giant burrito at Los Charros, more than negating any good effect the biking may have done for me. Tasty!
Then I went with R☆ and Zed to Chili’s for dinner. My salad was lamer than usual (not much lettuce but a ton of croutons), but our waiter kept up with my Diet Coke consumption like a pro. So thank you, Peter from the Cupertino Chili’s.
I started a new costume on Saturday. I need to make a dress and a shrug, plus some accessories. It’s been pretty tough so far, but hopefully I’ll have something done by the end of the week.