Who Knew San Francisco Was So Bright-Eyed?

Cassandra's friend Annie came to town for a visit, and like the good hosts we tend to be, we offered her the following activity choices: a long nap, find food (twenty minutes after our last meal), a good rest, or some playtime with the cats.

She said, "but we're in San Francisco! Let's go do something fun! Let's go explore! Let's get off our butts and onto our feet, and go do something!"

Our reply:
"Talk to the tail, Annie."

Eventually, the two of us were guilt-tripped enough to leave the apartment. Apparently people aren't into flying a couple hundred miles on their vacation days just to take a nice, long nap. Who knew?
Obviously, we had to go pay the Tanners a visit. 

And then, almost like a slap to our pillow-wrinkle-strewn faces, we came across so many inspirational, motivational tidbits peppered all across the city. They acted like physical confirmations to the fact that a comfortable bed isn't the only great thing on earth, even though it is indeed the best.

Next stop: Smitten Ice Cream. San Francisco has, by far, the greatest number of deletable ice cream options, in my oh-so-humble, but HEY I'M REALLY AN ICE CREAM CONNOISSEUR, opinion. Smitten is one of my favorites. It's liquid nitrogen ice cream, and I highly recommend it if you're ever in town.
If you're not aware, Northern California has been going through a pretty intense drought this whole year. And so, my question is, of all times for the (much welcomed) FREEZING rain to pour, how is it that it chose to come down while I was eating my cold, cold, cold ice cream? Could this be positive reinforcement? Or negative reinforcement? 

Another example of a "bright-eyed message," as pointed out by Annie:
(Two seconds after admiring this sign, Cassandra was thisclose to stepping straight on dog doodoo. But bright-eyed is bright-eyed, is it not.)

Poor Annie had to Yelp something fun for us to do, because Cassandra and I are as pointless as a period-free sentence.

And thank goodness for that, because she found us something incredibly fun.

Enter Urban Putt, in the Mission.
Frozen margarita-topped Pacifico's while watching a winning Giants game, a really fun and slightly hipster, San Francisco-themed course, and a New Girl-themed competition, plus this good stuff:
Great combination, people. Highly recommend. Much boba. Many fun.

Ready for a final dose of bright-eyedness? 
(Girl power!)
(Keep swimmin'!)
Oh, wait. About that last one.

1) My sister leaves me care packages full of delicious goodies (thank you, sister), which effectively fueled 
2) The all-nighter I pulled Sunday night to complete two midterms and a paper.

Not so bright-eyed anymore, huh.

What's Inside My Bag: Real Life Edition

If you're any bit of a snoop as I am, you live for "What's Inside My Bag" posts. Sometimes, they can be a bit predictable - day planner, Kate Spade wallet, sunglasses, iPhone, likely a pumpkin in this season too. But there's just something so sacred about what a girl keeps in her handbag - what things are important enough for her to take with her everywhere she goes?

Trash, apparently, for me.

And it looks like, a hand sanitizer pen (which I received free with my dinner the other day)? Say what you will, but this gal is remaining footloose and Ebola-free.

I do have a few questions I have for myself: 

1) Is there a reason there are socks in your purse the socks are not matching?
2) Do you maybe want to explain why there's $71.80 worth of American dollars in that bag of yours (made up of 135 Chinese yuan, 30 Euros, and 2.10 British pounds), and yet only one cent of actual usable American currency? 
3) Of all things, do you want to lose a) your passport, and b) your room key?
4) Would you like to ask for a garbage can for Christmas?
5) How is it that you can never find a pen while in class when there are count it! 7! in here!
6) Are you planning on getting hurt each time you leave the front door? Why all the Band-Aids? (PS. The only time in recent memory I've needed them was when I speed-walked to the gym and then got blisters because I never go running ever)
7) Is the granola bar expired? If not, would you like to remember to eat it for tomorrow's breakfast?
8) Why did you think laying all this out on a bedsheet was a good idea?


Full Disclosure: half this crap went into the trash after this post was written. A disgusting bag, no more.

A $250 Kate Spade Saturday Giveaway For You Because I'm Dying A Slow Death Over Here

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I know, I know.

Another giveaway. 

But here's the thing. Think of me as your emotionally unavailable blog parent, as if that's not weird at all. This is one of those weeks I know I'll be lucky to survive relatively unscathed. Three midterms. One paper. A guest from out of town. Cat-sitting. (Those last two are actually fun, I'm just trying to make myself seem busier so this is more dramatic.) Information sessions. Due dates. Running research experiments. Midterm reviews. Meetings. All my TV episodes.

So. You know. The busiest person alive. Totally sarcastic, but in that pained "half truth also" kind of way. And now here I am, throwing giveaway after giveaway at you. My love language is quality time and gifts, so because I'm failing on the former, I'm overcompensating with the latter.

I hope you win, my friends. And I hope you find some cool blogger gals up there to hang out with, as I'm sure you will!

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