Nothing new is happening. It's a warm Saturday here in Berkeley, with highs in the 100s. The average temperature is supposed to be around 75 during this time of the summer. I'll gladly take the 100 degree weather instead. We have a new roommate Lauren, who is subletting Katie's room. She manages Title Nine, an active apparel store. On Monday we hiked in Tilden Park. The views are amazing, although it was quite foggy when we were there. We did a four mile hike, much of which was a steep incline. I want to hike again. Hiking in California makes sense because, here, there are views. Iowa, you don't have those. It actually made me sore the next day - a good pain.
In other news, Shannon and I will be visiting Iowa in under four weeks. We are beyond excited. We are going to eat so much Iowa City food, we'll explode. The west coast doesn't know good, fattening, sugary, buttery, oily vegan food. Fair Grounds had better whip up a huge batch of red velvet cupcakes, because I'm buying them all for our stay in Waverly. Hell, whatever Christine makes, I'm buying. We're going to get amazing Chinese food that nobody can replicate here. We'll eat the best hummus ever at Oasis. We will have Masala's lunch buffet (and see if they remember to get Shannon his Mt Dew without even having to ask). And the coop, oh New-Pi. We will have an authentic Vegan Cajun Tofu sandwich. I've been working out like a fiend, preparing to lay out by the pool and make room for some pounds I will be adding after our glutton-fest. I'm going to see my nephew, if I even recognize him! Shannon wants to keep the koala mask for himself, but it's Carter's present, and I'll make sure he gets it. Britt is going to pick us up in Des Moines, and we will do the cheesy run-toward-each-other-and hug moment.
I was going to shop in the city today, but I can never motivate myself. If only I had Maggie or Britt. Then I would have fun. It's just not the same anymore. I have all the shopping I could want within 10 miles of me in every direction, and I don't even want to go. Not having many friends here is somewhat miserable. Shannon and I are going to hit up American Apparel and Urban Outfitters this weekend. Both stores are on Telegraph - yes, the hippie street. Oh and Andrew, whoever wrote that article in the NY Times about how there are hipsters in place of hippies now, they can go to hell. There are probably 2 hipsters, while there are a million hippies trying to make money selling tie-dye and anti-gov't shirts, bums and transients trying to make money panhandling, and lots of born-and-raised-in-California college students walking about in leggings and Uggs. (However, I want my own Cal shirt. They are cute.)
Anyway, afterward we might get some food downtown, and then we will probably go to Acme bar. I'm feeling like some whiskey and pool.
That's it for now. Sorry if I bored you.