Super day, bowl be damned

I got to spend some quality time all day with visiting Bryan on Super Bowl Sunday.  We started the day with Stacy with brunch at Sam's in Tiburon, with a beautiful view of the City in the morning haze.


We were also very pretty.




At Sam's, you are definitely paying for the deck and the view. Then again, we say several of their patrons boat over from their waterfront mansions, so there is also the clientele to consider. Just ridiculously overpriced for crab cakes and bloody marys, but both were tasty. Like my company.


I used to think my mother and brothers were crazy when they would spend a day doing this in Nashville, but we had a great time just driving through the winding hills of Tiburon taking in the mansions and the views. Ultiamtely, we made it back to the City for tgame time, and just settled in very casually at Stacy's to watch the 49ers just barely not win. Painful.

Stacy's pets roommates, were pretty hilarious. Pee Dee got into a discussion with Rogue the Cat, who was not having it. I still think he had something to do with the blackout. Not directly, but he knew something.


Ripley was just very much Dog.


We had a lot of fun talking about the blackout.  Bryan, who was running things when a  similar city power failure blew at E3 one year knew exactly what had happened.

Or as I described it, "And that, Marjorie, just so you will know, and your children will someday know, is the night the lights went out in NoLa!"

Win or lose, based on the experiences with the Giant's winning the World Series, both times, the City was bracing for stupid ass riots in the Mission, we were checking my favorite web site of the day: Is the Mission On Fire Dot Com:


Ah, San Francisco.

Switching from beer to booze, I noticed that the Jack Daniel's label could also describe me.


Mellowed, matured, tasted, awarded.

I think I have found my new online profile copy.