Vintage shopping in Haight-Ashbury has proven to be a wonderful way to spend a day and a lot of money. I managed to acquire a super-cute-polka-dotted-1950s-party-dress, a chartreuse slip, some amazingamazingamazing vintage deadstock brown seamed fishnets (amazing!) and some red peeptoe sandals, which the salesgirl informed I must wear out dancing. Also! I went to the anarchist bookstore. And then I ate enchiladas.
And for dinner I had cake at a bakery in the Castro. Specifically, vanilla cake, with custard and raspberry jam in the middle, covered in a layer of marzipan, and with rum involved somehow. Because when I am on holiday, I like to eat dessert instead of regular meals. And at the bakery, I overheard the following exchange between the guy who was working and his very very skinny friend:
Skinny: I’m on a really low-calorie diet. Like, 600 calories a day. And, like, 7 grams of protein.
Bakery Guy: Do you eat fish for protein?
Skinny: Sometimes, but I prefer to get my calories from plant sources. There’s less fat that way.
Alexandra’s mind: I prefer to get my calories from cake sources. Preferably cake that is full of custard, rum and jam and is covered in marzipan. There’s less misery that way.
I love you sooooo much.
I love you, too!
I had icing for bedtime snack.