The Good Parts of Having Moved Here
It hasn't ALL been awful. I knew this was a nice neighborhood, but I've learned how to take new buses, which always makes me happy. Two new buses have been discovered, and I've gotten to explore the wonderful world of the J-Church.
I'd been out here before, but actually living here gives me the opportunity to wander around, ducking into interesting stores when they strike my fancy. Finding stores that are good for presents is important to me, and I've definitely found some cute shops that have now been tucked away in my brain for when I need presents for people in the future.
Another thing is that ages ago, pre-move, I'd decided that despite my status as a water-snob, I was going to break away from the bottled water and learn to embrace a Brita filter. Eventually. Like maybe when I moved.
Turns out Wooffers actually has a Brita filter, and I've used it exclusively since moving in. I used to buy those huge flats of bottled water and heft them up, to be stored on top of the fridge. To be completely honest, if I could get Poland Spring water again, I'd probably do that without a second thought. But you can't get Poland Spring water out here, and I'm pleased to finally have crossed over to the Brita world.
Speaking of water, it's the drink of choice for me nine out of ten times. Today at lunch I was in a restaurant and they had a soda machine that had a little tab for water. I put ice in my cup, pressed the tab, and filled my cup before capping it and going to sit down. It had been a long morning. I'd just walked to lunch. So I took a big gulp. It felt like my mouth had exploded! My tongue felt like it was on fire. Quickly I swallowed, and right away, I knew what had gone wrong with my water. I'd just had 7-Up or Sprite, not water.
I hate carbonated drinks. I'm like a Mormon in that I don't drink alcohol, soda, or coffee (yes, I know coffee isn't carbonated but don't like the taste). On the rare occasions when nausea has hit and I've needed to sip Coke to calm my stomach, I've poured a little back and forth between two cups - it's an easy way to get the bubbles out when you don't have access to a blender. I can't remember the last time I drank soda with the bubbles.
Once when I was around five or six, my mom was sitting in the living room, drinking clear liquid. I was thirsty, asked if it was water, and she handed me her glass, saying, "Taste it and see." So I did, and then ran into the kitchen to spit into the sink - it was seltzer or Perrier or something.
Anyway. "Water" under the bridge now, if you will.
I'd been out here before, but actually living here gives me the opportunity to wander around, ducking into interesting stores when they strike my fancy. Finding stores that are good for presents is important to me, and I've definitely found some cute shops that have now been tucked away in my brain for when I need presents for people in the future.
Another thing is that ages ago, pre-move, I'd decided that despite my status as a water-snob, I was going to break away from the bottled water and learn to embrace a Brita filter. Eventually. Like maybe when I moved.
Turns out Wooffers actually has a Brita filter, and I've used it exclusively since moving in. I used to buy those huge flats of bottled water and heft them up, to be stored on top of the fridge. To be completely honest, if I could get Poland Spring water again, I'd probably do that without a second thought. But you can't get Poland Spring water out here, and I'm pleased to finally have crossed over to the Brita world.
Speaking of water, it's the drink of choice for me nine out of ten times. Today at lunch I was in a restaurant and they had a soda machine that had a little tab for water. I put ice in my cup, pressed the tab, and filled my cup before capping it and going to sit down. It had been a long morning. I'd just walked to lunch. So I took a big gulp. It felt like my mouth had exploded! My tongue felt like it was on fire. Quickly I swallowed, and right away, I knew what had gone wrong with my water. I'd just had 7-Up or Sprite, not water.
I hate carbonated drinks. I'm like a Mormon in that I don't drink alcohol, soda, or coffee (yes, I know coffee isn't carbonated but don't like the taste). On the rare occasions when nausea has hit and I've needed to sip Coke to calm my stomach, I've poured a little back and forth between two cups - it's an easy way to get the bubbles out when you don't have access to a blender. I can't remember the last time I drank soda with the bubbles.
Once when I was around five or six, my mom was sitting in the living room, drinking clear liquid. I was thirsty, asked if it was water, and she handed me her glass, saying, "Taste it and see." So I did, and then ran into the kitchen to spit into the sink - it was seltzer or Perrier or something.
Anyway. "Water" under the bridge now, if you will.
Labels: Food Snob, Playing in SF, Wooffers
posted by Green at 5/18/2009 10:12:00 PM
5 Comments:
I'm exactly the same. Only drink Coke if I'm sick. Otherwise I'm quite proud that we have a pop free home - at least, until my hubby comes home with a two liter bottle of Fanta. Yuck!
I don't care much for carbonated drinks either. I rarely drink soda, hate beer and prefer white wine to champagne. But I do enjoy a bubbly personality.
I'm a big fan of my Brita. Which reminds me. I think I need to change the filter this week.
You're supposed to change the filter?!!!! Who'd a thunk?
only drink pop when I am hungover.
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