CHEAP EATS I write to you from Dot's Diner in Jefferson Parish, La. Hedgehog is getting her knee looked at down the road, and I thought I would find me a place to sit that wasn't the waiting room. Or a pool hall. Or bar. Or fast food joint or automotive shop. Or warehouse, thrift store, or — but only because it's 9:30 a.m. and I ain't the slightest bit hungry — a fried seafood shack or po-boy shop.Read more »
CHEAP EATS The top four teams in the San Francisco Women's Flag Football League can all beat the 49ers. My team cannot, but we can beat the bottom four teams and have proven it. By winning the biggest game of our storied one-season history, we established ourselves as the top of the bottoms: a solid fifth-place finish.Read more »
We ate chicken and waffles on the loading dock at farmerbrown's Little Skillet, and garlic fries at AT&T Park. We ate chicken at Limon Rotisserie and chicken wings at San Tung. Tried to get a kimchi burrito, but John's was sold out. We split a sandwich from Tartine.Read more »
I shouldn't be so hard on Kaiser. I myself am prone to misdiagnoses. Example: the knee injury I sang the blues about two weeks ago that turned out to be a hamstring problem.
When I passed out in the bathroom at 5 a.m. and came to, all bonked and a-crumple, my first thought was Too Much Whiskey. Then I realized I hadn't drunk anything for at least two weeks. So I must have been dehydrated.Read more »
CHEAP EATS The good news is that my asshole itself is just fine. It took me almost three days to convince the imbecilic network of Kaiser phone reps that no, it weren't hemorrhoids, you're going to have to actually fucking see me. Apparently my $350 a month isn't enough to warrant them having a look at my ass once every six years. Let alone sticking a finger in it.
"Probably hemorrhoids," they said. "Someone will call you." Which they didn't, so I called back, and back. Five, six times.
CHEAP EATS I left my uke in New York City — technically in Boston, in the back of a station wagon headed for New York City. I left my baby, my toothbrush, my second-favorite pillow, and my other baby in New Orleans. My rabbit-fur jacket that I only ever wear to Rainbow Grocery ... I left that in New Orleans too. I left my stomach in Dallas. I left my left knee in San Francisco, on the 50-yard line of a football field at Crocker Amazon. I don't know where I left my pink cowboy hat. I can't find it, and it's pink cowboy hat season.Read more »
It is the news. It is the unkind heart of government, our American government, that makes me want to stop what I'm doing, which is watching television, and go to sleep. This is easy, because I am lying on the couch anyway. All it requires is a rollover and the determination to jettison my responsibilities for the day. Students be damned, the government got me so down, I could not grade your papers.Read more »
CHEAP EATS Coach worries. She wakes up thinking about her social calendar instead of Libya.
Personally, I don't sleep with my cell phone under my head. By the time I wake up, Coach's texts have accumulated like little pieces of folded white construction paper cut into snowflakes. We live in sunny California, but the drifts are downright Northeastern. School is cancelled.Read more »