football shaped cake, a tourist moment and some damn good Indian food.

It's been awhile since I've last posted on here. (Un)fortunately, I've been busy as hell running around with school, errands that are essential to life, my new job and apartment hunting. I honestly feel like today is the first day I've actually sat down since I've been back in the city. And of course the only reason I am sitting down is because I'm skipping class. I'm such an AWESOME STUDENT! I know it's only the second week, but you have no right to judge me, Judgey McJudgerson. I'm skipping class for a good reason: I had an interview with Peet's Coffee today. Oh, and Improv for the Actor is lame.

So, I bet you're all wondering how my new job is going. I hate it.

Moving on.

My second day of work just so happened to be last Sunday, which also just so happened to be the Superbowl in which my NY Giants were playing the NE Patriots. I was pretty devastated that I was going to be working during the big game, but fortunately my shift was only from 12-4pm. So ultimately I only missed the first quarter. As soon as I had clocked out, I ran my poor, tiny blistered feet up 4 blocks to my dorm, threw my bag down and planted my butt on the couch infront of the tv. Luckily, my friend Andrea had reserved the room for the game and I was pleased to see that we weren't the only girls in there. But then I soon realized we were the only girls who were actually into football. I think it's safe to say all of the new girls in our house hate me with the fire of 1,000 suns now. I tried to warn them how seriously I take football, but I guess it just didn't get through to their brains(the thought of football was probably blocked out by mind numbing thoughts of textiles and fabrics). The rest of the afternoon was filled my me screaming profanities every 5 seconds at the screen and then nearly having a heart attack when anything happened.

But the real point is: THE GIANTS BEAT THE PATRIOTS AND WILL FOREVER GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE GUYS WHO BEAT THE PATRIOTS! SCREW YOU TOM BRADY! YOU AREN'T AS PRETTY AS YOU THINK! LONG LIVE ELI MANNING AND MICHAEL STRAHAN!

After about 15 minutes of me running around the house screaming at foaming at the mouth due to extreme joy, we decided that the perfect way to celebrate was to buy a giant cake. Katherine, Andrea, Christina and myself trekked down to Cala Foods and purchased a chocolate cake in the shape of a football. Unfortunately the colors weren't right for the NY Giants(It was more of a Philly Eagles cake....ew.), so we also bought some bright sprinkles and blue icing. The cake wasn't as big as we had hoped for, so we decided to just run upstairs to my room and keep the deliciousness away from everybody else. Hey, they were all Patriot fans anyway. As if things hadn't been crazy enough, I was put in charge of decorating the cake with the killer blue icing. The icing was basically sugar dipped in sugar and the dyed blue. Naturally, it tasted AMAZING. Unfortunately, none of us are pastry decoraters or posses the correct tools to even pretend to be one, so we cut off the top of the tube and I molded "NY" with my fingers onto the cake.

Before

After.

Since I was the resident hardcore Giants fan, I got the honor of the first bite, which didn't include any utensils. So, maybe I got a little overzealous about celebrating the game? What of it?There aren't many words to describe what happened next. All I can really say is that I don't think any of us had ever had so much sugar in our lives. For being such a small cake and not actually looking all that appetizing, it was insanely delicious. The cake was basically set up like this: 6 million inches of frosting, three inches of moist dark chocolate cake, 6 million more inches of chocolate cream, a slab of cake batter, then some more diabetes inducing frosting. Everyone kept saying they couldn't possibly handle anymore, but of course we kept eating. I eventually stopped because I knew that if I ate too much, my eating disordered thoughts would flare up even more in the morning, but I have to admit, I was sad that I missed out on more of the chocolatey goodness. When the sugar high was at it it's peak, Katherine came up with the brillian idea of turning the destroyed football cake into a "Vagina Cake." Being that we were fueled by sugar and large amounts of immaturity, we all dug our hands into the once beautiful cake and turned it into a crude looking vagina. I will spare you the pictures. They are all quite disturbing.

We ended up sending the mutilated cake downstairs to the other girls once we had laughed enough at it. The rest of the night was spent in our room acting like 4 year olds and then suddenly crashing into bed as the sugar left our bloodstreams. If there is such as thing as a "sugar hangover" that is definitely what me and Katherine had the following morning. I wonder if what we did could be considered substance abuse? Or possibly cake abuse? Sugar abuse? Maybe that's something to look into...

The following Tuesday, I was out and about running so many different errands that I thought my feet might fall off. Or possibly detach themselves from my body in protest. Either way, I was extremely tired and frustrated. But alas, the day was saved by Kimberly and her mother Brenda. Brenda was in the city for her 50th birthday and since she was leaving later that afternoon, she had decided to take Kim grocery shopping. She also offered to take me and Katherine as well since we rarely have the opportunity to use a car to haul our bags back home. Of course we jumped at the offer and showered Brenda with love and affection. And by that I mean we cried tears of joy and thanked her for helping our broke college asses out. Before we went to Safeway, we stopped at Ghirardelli Square to further our Perfect Cupcake Quest. Normally, I'm not a fan of hitting the tourist spots in San Francisco, but obviously I wasn't in charge of the care, so I didn't have a choice. Cupcakes were involved as well, so I also didn't give a crap.

Look Ma! I'm a tourist!

After we had all been satisfied with our touristy snapshots, we headed into a place called Kara's Kupcakes. The interior was really cute and inviting. Unfortunately, the girl behind the counter wasn't as cute and/or inviting. She didn't pay us much attention, even when we were placing our order. But it didn't matter that much, because behind the glass case, staring right back at me with tiny eyes of adorable deliciousness, were cupcakes that looked as if they were made by God's angels themselves. It was as if God had grouped together His most heart-melting, puppy dog eye-having angels and said, "Get thee to earth and bring forth the mortals your most delicious of delicious cupcakes thou hath ever seen!" Yes, I think God talks like that. Especially about cupcakes.

Unfortunately, my brain was so overstimulated by the confections infront of me, that I don't really remember their flavors. The ones I do remember were: Ghirardelli Chocolate, Java, Raspberry Chocolate, Kara's Karrot, Lemon Vanilla, Vanilla Buttercream, Coconut, Orange something or other and Banana. Kim's mom bought 12, which turned out to be almost every flavor except for banana. I personally can't have banana anything, because I am allergice to those horrid fruits. But I don't think banana flavored cupcakes are big hit anywhere. I was thankful enough when Brenda offered to buy us each one, but when she pulled out the big guns and went ahead and bought a dozen, I nearly fell to my knees and kissed her feet. The only reason I refrained from doing so was because we were in public and also because I didn't think Brenda would like a strange art student kissing her feet. Anyway, after we took some more touristy photos, we went and got our groceries and went on with the rest of our days. Which means we slacked off on homework and watched Sex and the City.

I have yet to sample one of the cupcakes Brenda bought for us. I sadly have not been in the mood for cupcakes this week. I think it is partly the stress of running around with work and school and also that food is somewhat overwhelming at this point. And also, after the football cake incident, anytime I even think about ingesting sugar, my body tenses up and starts to violently convulse. So I'm thinking, laying off the cupcakes for at least a week is probably a good idea.

Thursday night was by far the best night I've had all week. Katherine and Ruth decided that my weekly restaurant outing should be a "catch-up dinner" for the three of us. We were all in need of some down time with good food and good friends. Originally we had planned on going to some cafe, but Katherine was in the mood for something "exotic" as she put it. I suggested Indian food, which Ruth had never had before, and Katherine felt it was "exotic" enough for her standards, so we ended up at a place called Rotee. None of us had been their before, so it felt like an adventure of sorts. But really, any outing with Katherine is an adventure. You never know what that girl is going to do. Anyway, after waiting for the bus for what seemed like 4 hours, we finally made it to our destination. Rotee is hidden along Haight Street and if you're not familiar with the area, you probably won't find it. It's not close to the famouse Haight/Ashbury area, so you actually have to look for it. It's a really cute place. It's definitely not a hole-in-the-wall type of place, but it's not upscale either. I think trendy would be the best word to describe it. The walls are a nice warm orange color and are covered with cheesy Bollywood posters. It's not a very large place, but you don't feel cramped in it either. Also, it isn't fancy, which I think made all three of us feel a bit better.

You get to pick where you sit, we we decided on a spot near the windows facing the street. It wasn't busy, so the service was quick and equally as delightful as the place itself. Before anything was ordered, we both informed Ruth that naan was a must, that you simply can not have Indian food without ingesting an obscene amount of the carbalicious delicacy that is: NAAN. Ruth looked terrified and confused, so I explained that it's basically like the Indian version of tortillas. Except, the dough is injected with heroin, so after eating just one nibble of naan, you can't stop eating it. Ever. Seriously. Sometimes I'll be walking to class or on an errand and I start itchin' for it, like some sort of crack addict. Anyone who has ever eaten naan will understand what I'm talking about. Anyway, Katherine ordered the Curry Grant(chicken in a mild curry sauce that possibly contained cinnamon), Ruth ordered Aloo Gosht(chicken and spicy potatoes in cinnamon curry sauce) and I ordered Chicken Jal"frenzy"(chicken with sauteed onions, bell peppers, tomatoes and a clove curry sauce.). And of course we all got naan. Mmm...Naan...oh naan, why must you be so addicting?

Oh, Katherine also ordered a glass of wine because she is a lush.

The food was served and it was time to dive into the culinary beauty that is Indian cuisine. Of course we dove straight into the naan first and Ruth's glazed over with the familiar look of someone who has just had naan injected into their bloodstream for the first time. I was surpsied she didn't start foaming at the mouth; I'm suprised none of us started foaming at the mouth. Now, usually the best place to go for Indian food are the places that look like you might get stabbed while eating there. But for being a trendy place, this was by far the BEST INDIAN FOOD TO EVER GRACE MY TASTEBUDS AND BE INGESTED BY MY STOMACH AND ALL OF IT'S ACIDS. That's really the only way I can think of to accurately describe the food. The portion sizes were perfect for the price and also for people who don't want thier stomach's to violently explode in the middle of dinning. And unlike most Indian food I've had, it wasn't heavy or overly greasy, which was a huge plus in my opinion. I think the best part of all of our meals(besides the crack cocaine flavored naan)was the way tenderness of the cooked meat. Seriously, the chicken melted in my mouth the second it hit my tongue. It was so soft and warm and tasty and spicy and and and and.....I suddenly have a craving for NAAN FLAVORED ANYTHING! Or just naan itself would suffice. Anyway, dinner was lovely and we all agreed that Rotee was worthy of 5 stars and that would probably become regulars. The best part was that we ate enough with walking away over stuffed or doubled over in pain. Yay for restaurants with reasonable portions!

Katherine enjoys naan.

Poetic Sophistication.

On the way back to the bus stop, we came across a tree...thing...I honestly don't know what it was, but there was definitely a tree part somewhere on it. It had a platform jutting out from one side with something scribbled on it and a bunch of random things sticking out from it's side. Katherine read what was carved on the platform, but I was partly still thinking about naan and trying to figure out what was going on infront of me, so I don't know what any of it said. There was a carving of a buffalo on one side and another carving of a bear on the other side. I tried to get a clear shot of the buffalo, but Katherine thought it would be better if I got a shot of her making a rediculously hilarious face.

I live with this.

Eventually we made it home and attempted to do homework. I think Katherine actually got some done, while I spent most of time looking for apartments. San Francisco makes it really hard to find something affordable. I mean, I'm past trying to find something nice and affordable. I just want a place that doesn't break my bank account within the first two weeks of living there. But places like that don't actually exsist in San Francisco.

I wonder how my parents would feel about having a homeless daughter...

*EDIT*

It is now 10:30pm. At approximately 8:30pm I ingested wo of Kara's Kupcakes; a java one and double chocolate one. They were far better than Citizen Cupcake which I honestly did not think was possible. My stomach and my brain are in a sugar overload right now and at any second I will be sent into a sugar seizure....but in the best way possible. If you live in the bay area, or even if you don't, you MUST buy one of these cupcakes.

That is all.