We are officially on the clock. Yay for early closures. I’m excited for the weekend that doesn’t involve too much outside hanging out with my aunt and making ice cream sandwiches. Oh yes I am. I’m really excited about that.
Maybe even a bit more than hanging out with my aunt. But I’m sure she’d understand.
Yesterday was actually a pretty decent day. My boss was out sick so I had to sit at her desk, but after work got interesting. I got out a bit early and when I walked to the bus stop, the line for the train I take back to the station was long. I don’t know what exactly was going on [besides the huge traffic backup on the bridge from earlier that afternoon due to a fire on Treasure Island] but there weren’t any trains coming. There was one scheduled in 20 minutes and another in 6 minutes but I didn’t even see anything going on at the station down the road and with all the frustrated people on the platform, I figured they had already been there for a really long time. So instead of waiting, I decided to walk.
It was a nice day so it wasn’t like I was going to hurt any for the walk. But the miraculous thing was, in the 20 minutes it took me to get from my stop to where the trains begin to go underground, I did not see a SINGLE train going downtown. I saw a few coming from downtown that were bunched together, meaning there was some kind of delay going on somewhere along in the tunnel but nothing getting me to the BART station. I was so glad I walked!
Plus, when I did get to the BART station, guess what I saw? Jamba Juice employees handing out free full-sized bottles of their new smoothie drinks. I actually THANKED Muni for being broken. Otherwise I would have completely missed the giveaway.
Oh and I didn’t get to mention this in my other post but I have one complaint about Paris Las Vegas: they didn’t sell any macarons. I was looking for them on Sunday before we left but was so disappointed. For a hotel that is based on Paris, France, with its replicas of the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe and an idyllic Parisian village and its crepes, they didn’t have a single macaron. I went into a couple patisseries and didn’t see any. They had a picture of some in one of them but none in the cases! There’s just no way you can painstakingly shrink both the tower and the arc to half it’s size and recreate a street and not be able to hire a Parisian baker to make macarons. I’ve seen Vegas…they go to no limit to create the best. Bad form Paris Las Vegas. Bad form.
You should work on that.