the babies

birthday boy

Devin was 43 yesterday - we went to the SF MOMA, followed by a shopping excursion in search of the perfect cargo pants - for anyone looking for the type of 3/4 length pants which have drawstrings at the bottom, they are damn hard to find for men - after looking in North Face, Banana Republic, Gap, American Eagle, Abercrombie and Old Navy, nuthin! we're still looking. the quest continues.

on our way home, Devin decided to get off at Church St. - 1 stop away from where he lives - and said simply, 'Follow the Leader.' We ended up at a sushi place which had always been darn good cheap food - well now No Name Sushi on Church Street is just 'cheap.' Apparently there was a change in the management and magically, carrots have appeared in the miso soup, and for some reason a side of potatoes are included (???). The final blow which nailed the coffin shut was the last piece of abalone - so funky that I didn't want to chance it - ended up in my napkin. Blech! Since we weren't real satisfied & still slightly hungry, we got pizza and vegan carrot cake - I don't care what anyone says, the carrot cake at Harvest Mkt. - vegan or not - is some of the best damn carrot cake I've ever had. I had a candle at the ready, stuck it in the cream cheese icing and sang him happy birthday. A little Monty Python's Flying Circus before bed, and the day was done. It was a birthday which I hope not to forget - although knowing me, I probably will!