The New Two a Day

A few years ago a "two a day" referred to when I would go to the gym in the morning and then go back in the evening for another 2 hours. When the Mr. and I were first courting, well, it had a totally different meaning all together but these days - it means doughnuts twice.

My son and the Mr. take long urban hikes that usually end up at a pizza or burger joint, but the other day, dogs in tow, they took a shorter route to food. The real truth is the Mr. just wanted to walk by the Haight Street entrance to Golden Gate Park in order to see if his flaming verbal barrage to whomever answers Ross Mikarimi's email has made any measurable improvement. That is to say any perceptible reduction in the number of skanky, face-pierced, drug selling, dog-on-a-rope-leash-because-it-looks-so-tough owning, "run aways" from Greenwich Connecticut who flock there like nerds to a William Shatner sighting. Yes it sounds unkind, ungenerous, unlike me, un-pc. If you ever once had to "walk the gauntlet" through the low hanging clouds of smokey exhalations and putrid language emanating from any clump of them in order to get your kids to their soccer game on time, you'd agree. Whether the "run aways" are just back East for the sailing season, or the Mr.'s sabre sharp oratory assault has had some good effect we won't know until after labor day, but apparently the count was down from the last survey. This lead to a celebratory stop at Happy Doughnut on Haight @ Shrader from where they brought back a couple of chocolate glazed and a crumb. Very tasty and a completely different style of pastry in comparison to Trish's Mini doughnuts which we had later in the day.

We do love us some Skee Ball, so we all go to the arcade at Pier 39 on a fairly regular basis (even more often now that they renovated the attached sports bar so it opens out to the game room allowing the Mr. to take a much needed break from blasting aliens and nazi's to smithereens). The pier was very crowded, and it was wonderful to see so many people from all over the world amazed at the sight of our sea lions and buying up Chinese imports and fruit from Mexico like there's no tomorrow! The arcade is usually less busy than outside and we had a good time. Just as we were at the counter trying to find something anyone wanted to redeem our 500 points for we hear "I'll not be back to use these any time soon Missus"! A charming man, a lovely, generous British citizen possessing superior skill or perhaps luck, handed us 12,336 point ticket! Before we could really even thank him, he disappeared, enveloped by the swelling mass of black and white striped "Alcatraz Psycho Ward" shirts filling the walkway on the pier. Two unlicensed South Park Stuffies later and we still had 300 points to give to the kid in line behind us! Kindness can be catchy, you should have seen that kid's smile! Maybe this is just the kind of childhood experience that will give our children second thoughts about moving to a public park to lurk and glower for a living. I for one sure hope so.

By the way, Trish's Mini Doughnuts are divine, tender little golden puffy things that if you haven't tasted you ought to. Buy a dozen, say yes to the sugar sprinkle option, and save the bag. You can get it refilled for only $2.50 next time (or you know, no time like the present).