My friend Claire and I had quite the adventure on Saturday afternoon. We made plans to go see the International Arts and Crafts exhibit at the deYoung in San Francisco, thinking that it would be a quiet afternoon of looking at old furniture and craftsman style artsy fartsy stuff. Thankfully, when Claire and I make plans, they rarely turn out as planned.

We started the afternoon with a bit of an errand to run--my rent was due and I had been put in charge of making sure it got to the post drop while Carrie was out of town, so that we could avoid being evicted. After scouring the west side of Shattuck Ave and deciding that postal workers everywhere are encouraging homelessness by not putting any post drops on that particular side of the street, I was finally able to drop my rent check 2 blocks from the freeway entrace. Yeah, homelessness avoided and we were on our way!

The exhibit we went to see was nice, but the real fun set in when we found ourselves in the oceanic exibit (or something like that), where we quickly turned into 5 year-old giggling school girls laughing at the masks and attempting to make the same expressions. Watch out deYoung, I think we might be back to take more photos, just so we can create captions like "Miranda on a bad hair day!" or "Claire with her favorite boyfriend." Oh wait, we have that one...

We left the museum with smirks galore and probably a few pissed off people who would have enjoyed the exibit much more if those annoying 20-somethings hadn't gotten in the way.

Nothing would top the day off more than a walk and drive through Golden Gate Park. I was told that there were buffalo in the park somewhere and with a bit of luck, we found them. I jumped out of the car to take a quick photo....then realized that I've seen buffalo plenty of times while living in South Dakota. I guess it's just so much more of a shock to see buffalo roaming in San Francisco. Thank you, whoever though of that. You've truly made my life complete...

After leaving the park, we encountered the world's worst cab driver. The guy crossed traffic, blocked traffic, attempted to cut in front of us when he figured out that he couldn't go anywhere (way to go Claire for not letting him in!), sped up to us, honked his horn, and flipped us off. Wha???? Jackass. That's all I have to say about you. If you see this cab number on the back of a cab in the City (yeah, like that's actually possible), please, cut him off and flip him the finger.

Our day would not have been complete without an "It's-It," a San Francisco delight and a first for both Claire and myself. Rarely found in places other than dirty corner stores, an It's-It is an ice cream sandwich dipped in chocolate! Mmmm...ice cream.

The only thing left to say is this: To make a quiet day a phenomenal, random, and anything but boring day, give us a call. We embrace the awkward and intensify the mediocre days.