Saturdays and Spiders (warning corny stuff ahead)

I promise myself that I would talk about happenings on the other half of the Bay Area in a city called Fremont because that's where my other half lives. You know other half, boyfriend (hack hack hack, cliche). In case you're wondering where the Saturday blogs go, there's barely one because this is devotion time for me; aside from that I develop a bad case of arachnophobia Saturdays, when all the crackers and bad hackers are alive. You know, arachnophobia -- spiders, web, internet (hack hack hackney, cliche). Okay, i'll stop.

Last Saturday was Dave's birthday. We spent the lunch eating our usual banana split and kick-ass thin fries at Jurassic Ice Cream. This might be a cool hanging out place during the past decades but now the place is just what its name imply. So, after that, Dave suggested we go to the hills and hike to burn out the ice cream fat, as a prep for the tempura dinner his family had for him at home later. Coyote Hills it was called which I thought was nice but I was wrong. It was totally awesome. Well, if you're willing to muscle going up the hill you would really enjoy the beautiful view of San Francisco bay, at least the tail end of it. After, the butterfly garden trip which only boasted of four butterflies (two of which were mating) we pretended to be these characters from the TV series "Lost" as we scaled up the hill interacting with wild grasses and harmless snake holes. Problem was there were improvised wooden guide ladders which killed the jungle fantasy altogether. And on the top of the hill was a teenager talking on the cellphone, he didn't help either.

As I've mentioned before the view was awesome, that's enough consolation. I have to ask Dave to stop all the time because I can't help taking pictures (one of which was Photoshopped below). I believe it's comparable to Marin Headlands although Marin has the Pacific ocean view and colder. We didn't last long though to survey the rest of the area because it was getting late. I don't want to have a birthday where it's missing a celebrant.

We headed home in time for dinner. Dave's mom gave me the responsibilty of stirring the pansit noodles. Moment of truth to prove I can cook? Well, it was not a total success, I burned some of the noodles at the bottom and the thing got stuck in there. I ruined a perfectly big pot. Macy the dog was there rooting for me though, just waiting for any food or two to fall down from my botched mixing. Angela, Dave's sis, made a delicious tempura in the end, I was tired and happy to just eat the rest of the night.