WASHINGTON, D.C.–Brr! I’m back in D.C., and it’s cold!
Okay, weekend update. On Saturday, my parents and I drove across the bay to Concord, and spent a nice afternoon with my aunt and her family. We went to the mall, and I was reminded what I don’t like about shopping: the crowds. My M.O. is to do shopping research online, then go into stores knowing exactly what I want, but since I was there without a plan and didn’t feel like just browsing, it wasn’t all that fun. The next day, we went to The Good Guys to get my parents a new TV. On the way back, I got a huge cheeseburger at In-N-Out. Mmm.
On Monday, Mom and I went grocery shopping. I make note of this, only because after getting used to the tiny (and as I’ve heard nicknamed “Soviet”) Safeway near my apartment, being back at warehouse-like Pak’N Save was supermarket heaven. In the afternoon, Subarna and I took BART into San Francisco, and spent a few hours in the Mission District. We found a big thrift store, one of many in the area, with tons of good stuff. Sub made away with a couple of wine glasses and a quilt, all for a few bucks. Afterwards we tried to find Tartine, a bakery on Guerrero, but it’s closed on Mondays (as is Citizen Cake, another place we considered before setting out). Instead we found a coffeeshop on Valencia, and I had a much-needed coffee and toasted bagel, while Sub and I talked about this, that, and the other thing.
I went back home and found out from my mom that one of our grocery bags from that morning’s supermarket trip was missing. It had only a few small items in it, and she and I surmised we must’ve left it in the shopping cart in the parking lot. I was ready to shrug my shoulders and go, oh well, but my mom was not about to let go of $13 worth of goods, including a sizeable jar of Ponds cream. Somewhat on a lark, she called the store, and I couldn’t believe it: an employee had turned in the bag, and it was waiting at the customer service desk. What a nice little ending to the weekend.