In Which We Have a Nice Day

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In Whuch We Have a Construction Update

Our story so far: 4 weeks ago, there was a small fire in my building and the resultant sprinklers flooded almost the whole building, only the end of the hall hall where my apartment is located escaped, think whatever god looks over bitter old Queens like me. The water remediation and repairs have preceded remarkably quickly, they have finished all the work in the halls and most of the units.

It's been an annoyance (for instance, the dust occasionally sets off the smoke detectors, always when I'm asleep, causing me to shriek "shut up" which helps exactly as much as you might expect it to) but finally this week they have removed all the fans and dehumidifiers as well as the plastic sheeting on the floor and which sealed off my end of the hall.

My cat Toby has reacted to this by bolting out into the hall whenever he can squeeze past me as I open the door.  He had been pulling that for most of the time that he's lived here, but all the racket and workmen out there had convinced him that a little cat should stick closer to home.  I was okay with his previous escapades, justifying them by saying that I wanted him to know which door was his if he ever escaped.  Toby acted like this was an endorsement of what a tough boy he is.  Of course that act was pretty transparent considering he would demand that I accompany him and would then roll on his side and wait for me to pick him up and carry him back home.  What a little gangsta.

Because he is a terribly friendly faux-gangsta, he would either be terrified by the occasional appearance of my neighbors, or he would run right up to them and demand pets.  The little girl who live next door came to believe he was her cat.  One time, a neighbor had propped their door open to get a little cross breeze and before I could stop him, Toby had hopped over the the doorstep and blew into the apartment.  Maybe he was looking for a new life, I don't know.

I tried getting him to come back out before the neighbor could become aware of this home invasion by hissing and whispering commands at him, and then I gave up and started ringing the doorbell, but the neighbor ignored me.  Eventually Toby showed back up at the door with the air of a butler turning away an unwanted intruder so I scooped him up and we went home.  The neighbor never did appear. 

Now that the construction is mostly over, Toby has returned to ruling the hall and waiting for me to pick him up like a baby which is what he trained me to do.  We also have a game where he sits on the table next to my laptop and bites my hand if I don't brush him, or I will toss his toys at him which he knocks off the table and waits for me to pick up and toss again, so apparently he has taught me to fetch.  How did I get here? 

Naked guys I would definitely play fetch with:

Ink.

Everybody gangsta til daddy comes home.

Stop being goofy.

Open for business.

Just cause it's called a "nutsack" doesn't mean you're supposed to put coconuts in it.

Shapely.

In Which We Search

 

As I mentioned in last week's post, I continue to hunt for a replacement for my beloved Peet's, RIP.  Peet's, the world's finest cafe, was my daily outing until it closed at the end of January.  Since I'm doing my best to avoid becoming a literal shut-in, I need to find some place to go for my coffee and snack. 

Because I am a big-city boy, there is no shortage of candidates; I have four likely options in a one block radius of my front door.  Tragically, all of them come with at least one drawback.  Directly across the street is the charming Wooden Spoon, but they're actually more of a full full restaurant and not someplace just drop in for a muffin. 

We recommend the Eggs Benedict

At the end of my block, we find a pretentious little joint called Verve.  Every time I have been in there, I feel that I'm being judged and found lacking, and I am simply not cool enough for their aggressively strong coffee.

Thoroughbread's charmingly shabby patio.

Around the corner is the leading contender, Thoroughbread Bakery.  Aside from there their amusing name, they make the best lattes of any of the close places,  and a very tasty turkey sandwich.  Oddly enough, I find their baked goods sort of disappointing.  Still, they're leading the Peet's Replacement Derby. 

mrpeenee taking advantage of the balmy San Francisco weather, for which I pay so very goddamn much, to lounge outside at Epicurious.

Trailing along in last place is the very fancy little grocery, Epicurious.  They have a cafe with outdoor seating, which is very appealing during this warm spell we've been having.  Less appealing is the very thin and sour coffee they serve up.  Dudes, you're a cafe.  Do better. 

Also I need to tip my hat to my favorite, the Cafe du Soliel.  Delicious pastries, especially the cheese Danish, and definitive espresso drinks.  It's just too bad that they are a tiny bit too far away for a daily walk. 

The best thing about my exploration is that it reminds me that I live in an incredibly charming neighborhood in a beautiful city.  I have felt very much like a tourist trying out all these exotic places.  People pay serious money to come to San Francisco and experience what I get to do by just walking down the street.  I try to bear that in mind as I sample my way through an ocean of coffee. 

Naked guys:

This week we will be focusing more on muscle pussy, because that's mostly what I have available.  Quit complaining.

Besides his very superior butt chops, I also admire this lad's hairdo.

So appealing.

I was so struck by him, here's another.

Stop showing off.

Once again, mrpeenee is confronted with smut and focuses on the decorating therein.

Whee.  Also, wee.

How very voluptuous.

Always up for a good time.