Friends with XX's

Inevitably, the new love interest doesn't quite like time I spend now and then with the ex, at the movies, at dinner, with family- it's a point of contention. So I had to ask, to ex or not to ex?

The b.f. and I had a pretty hilarious debate some weeks ago. "What's more intimate, going to the movies or having a drink with the ex"? The answer to me is pretty obvious- the atmosphere may be dark and quiet at the movies, but there's no alcohol and very little conversation or face to face time. It was an easy win. But the deeper truth of it is that either situation is precarious- it opens up the possibility that the ex may be called upon once again for comfort, friendship, a tryst- what have you. Spending time could be misconstrued by the other person- or used as an opportunity to test their former mate and how serious things may be with the new person. In extreme cases, maybe even sabotage. Hmmm.

It boils down to how much you trust your partner I fathom, and how open communication is between all parties involved. It can get pretty messy, I suspect downright hurtful- I'm having trouble with the whole thing and as the ex and I discussed (hell yes we talked about it)- why throw away a friendship/relationship that's lasted for over a decade to appease someone who's only been in your life a few months? I think it's even more complicated than that though. I love this guy and want him to know it- I show him rather than tell him- this would be one way to show him, I know. You already dumped the guy, now just walk away. Oy- seems cold.

I love the ex very much too, just in a different way- I don't want to hurt either of them so here I am- vexed. I hope the b.f. will just trust. I want things to work out between us- I am going to see how things go for now, but damn it- I feel bad!

More juggling

Okay, so I'm not juggling guys- I'm juggling projects. Freakin' swamped at work so not much blogging these days. Despite this, I'm still managing to get some free time after work to check out different bars and restaurants.

Here's a couple in the 'hood you don't want to miss...

The Broken Record is in the Excelsior district (yes, that's still in San Francisco) and sports a great selection of whiskey's, scotches and ryes not to mention beers on tap that change often. You'll find PBR on tap too and my boy Sam had a boilermaker or two when we were there last week. Thursdays are a good day to go because Vince is there...he bartends at Beretta in the Mission some days of the week.

After several drinks and me whooping his ass in air hockey TWICE! we headed to Club Bottoms Up where I had something called the Dragon Slayer. My head still hurts. I almost smashed into the street bikes parked in front of the place as I stumbled out of there, but the bartenders are the sheezy and the place has nice flat screen tv's and an upscale vibe with not too ghetto of a crowd. Definitely a great place to kick it after work.

Be back with more of the scoop soon!

MoreTravel Shots

It's official, me and the team are headed to the Yucatan, otherwise known as the Riviera Maya. On this 9-day trip, we expect to see various Mayan temples, explore major cities during the Colonial period and of course, check out the beaches and eco-tours to catch up on our diving.

In anticipation of the pre-classical Mayan architecture we are going to see next month, I thought I would post some of the sites from my last vacation. In the meantime, this meztiza is having beach dreams again...

Coconut Noodle Soup

I was feeling like a little comfort food so last night I hung out with my favorite Burmese family for a little On Noh Kauswer (Oh No! Kaw Sway). This traditional Burmese dish brings back memories of long nights sitting around the kitchen table talking shit with my ex'es family in Burmese, Cantonese and English while eating until my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My kitchen Burmese is pretty shoddy but I got my steaming hot bowl of noodles covered in just the right amount of simmered chicken with curry, egg noodles, onion, egg, and blood sausage- yeah baby!

After about a decade of sitting around the kitchen table slurping noodles together, I realize it's time to move on. Although I love my ex-boyfriend's family and that I feel like a part of it, I'll never really BE a part of it. What we had is over and it became even more apparent as I sat there with him eating our noodles in silence.- there's really nothing more to say. At least I can take my kitchen Burmese and it's secrets with me.

Authentic Burmese
For a traditional Burmese eating experience, check out Burma Superstar. The wait is usually about 2 hours, but luckily this restaurant is conveniently located on a busy and crowded section of Clement St. in the Richmond District. I advise you to sign your name and write your cell phone number next to it on the clipboard hanging on the wall and go check out Green Apple Books, Kamei (a HUGE houseware store that rivals Ikea's dish selection (and prices)) and a ton of cafe's, creperies and other interesting things to keep you busy and hungry for your Burmese feast.

North Beachin' It

It's been a little busy at work so I've been staying away from the computer. But at last, some quiet time at home to catch you up on the last days of summer in the City.

The great weather made it a fun time to hit the town, North Beach was the destination this time. Seeking outdoor adventure and a little entertainment, last Friday I finally got to see my comadre and her husband. Can I just say, I love caipirinha's? Mangarosa still has the best. After catching D.L. Hughley at Cobb's, we all headed to Vesuvio's for post-comedy show drinks. My guy had the brilliant idea to stop at Stella's for creampuffs, eclair's and other assorted desserts. Mmmm! I love Friday nights in the City! I especially loved that the city was practially empty given the long weekend, Burning Man and other activities that drew the crowds away from the city.

Later in the weekend I found myself trying to recover from sipping sangria, lychee martinis, and as the night wore on, doing shots of vodka, Patron and for T- Tiger Balls (WTF)? My head still hurts....at least his dragon boat buddies were more fun to kick it with than the hillbilly we encountered the following day at his other boy's Labor Day BBQ. Have you ever seen a drunk hillbilly tossing BBQ ribs onto the front lawn while trying to play a hand of poker? Wish I had taken pictures...