Sooo, we’re settling here on Noe Street. Things are starting to get a little less hectic, emphasis on a little. Let’s go for a typical (week) day in our lives:
6:10AM: Jenn wakes up, etc
6:30AM: Alex’s alarm goes off
6:35AM: Alex’s alarm goes off again
6:40AM: Alex’s cell phone alarm goes off
6:45AM: Alex’s cell phone alarm goes off again
6:45:15AM: Alex wakes up, etc
7:30AM: We head to the bus stop
8:00AM: After waiting around the 24th St. BART Station and “people watching” the locals, the shuttle to work arrives. We board. Jenn opens her laptop and Alex puts in her iPod. Jenn doesn’t believe in iPods.
9:05AM: Barring any insane traffic we arrive at work. What goes on there is more than enough material for another entire blog. We’ll save that for another day
7:00PM: We arrive back at the 24th St. BART Station and literally RUN off of the bus in hopes of catching our connecting bus home. We either just miss it or…well… just miss it. We wait. And wait. And, in today’s case, we give up and walk. The bus never showed up.
7:30PM: Start cooking dinner. THIS is where the fun begins…
So, we go into our kitchen, chock full of appliances from what seems to be the late 70’s, or in the case of our silverware, probably even the 1950s. We decide what we want for dinner (and if the past dictates the present, it’s bound to be either rice and chicken, pasta and chicken, rice, pasta, or sandwiches) and commence cooking. Since we’re are microwave free here in our time-warp of an apartment, we’re stuck using the stove, which, if you’re not careful will seer off one of your eyebrows because evidently “lite” means “make a flame reminiscent of the atom bomb“.
As you’ve probably deduced, we have 3 specialties: Rice, Pasta, and a lovely dish we like to call “Blackened Chicken Italiano (a la Alex if we’re fancy)”. Here’s the basic recipe:
- Place Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack in CD player and press play
- Remove chicken from package. Leave styrofoam behind
- Place chicken in gladware. Douse with Italian dressing
- Shake. But make sure the lid is tight first.
- Light stove, taking previously mentioned precautions
- Place 300 year old, non-nonstick pan on stove and place chicken in pan.
- Cook until pan turns completely black
- Remove from pan, serve, and enjoy
8 simple steps to a delectable meal. And we’re serious about step 1. It’s an important part of the process. And we’re serious about the delectable part too. I’m going to start ordering my chicken like that in even the fanciest of restaurants!
8:30PM: clean up, stick on the TV, and veg in front of our laptops
10:00PMish: sleep
Rinse and repeat. Now, this may not seem all that out of the ordinary, but if I gave away all of the idiosyncrasies of this place in one blog, you’d have nothing to look forward to, now would you?!
In true soap opera fashion, a few teasers:
Knives. Showers. Robots and Taquitos. Pride Weekend. Heat. Locals. Public Transportation. And who knows what else!
Until next time…




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