A story about a girl that loves olives...

Once there was this girl... a girl that loved olives.  She loved them bad.  And any time she ordered a drink or adult beverage that came with olives she would always be annoying and ask for extra.  Then one day, this girl happened upon a fabulous brunch destination that had bottomless bloody marys.  How exciting, you might be thinking, because now this girl will have countless opportunities to order extra olives and be happy as a clam.

Ok, enough story telling.  We went to brunch at Lime in San Francisco and it was awesome.  I walked in and was like, "Is this place real?"  Yes my friends, it was.  People were dancing at their tables, singing and having a blast.  I felt compelled to waive my hands in the air, no lie.

Even though the restaurant was serving brunch, I had to order a veggie burger.  And let me tell you, that was one tasty burger!  Chipotle fries came with it, but I couldn't eat them because I felt like I was breathing fire.

Of course I had to partake in the bottomless bloody marys, I couldn't help myself.

And of course I thought giving my olives a little smooch was a good idea because I love them so much.

And I was loving these yummy drinks.

Clearly, we were talking about birds in this picture....

Because I ordered extra olives, my little stick would have three olives on it, and I decided to take one of these awesome olive sticks to go.  Yes, I was walking around Castro with a stick of olives.  I was accused of attacking someone with my stick o'olives in order to find out if they liked a necklace I wanted to buy.  At this very same store, Ashton and I found the most divine piece of jewelry to ever be on this earth, but I shall save that for another post.

Whilst walking down the streets of San Francisco, because at this point a bus was definitely a no go, I started taking pictures.  I stopped and informed my friends, "I have just taken the most glorious picture ever!"  I preceeded to show them this picture....

We continue walking and my load is suddenly lessened.  I look to the ground and see my very LAST olive rolling down the hill.  It was painful.  

Someone suggested I employ the 5 second rule and I ventured to tell them about how sick it was to eat anything off the ground in San Francisco.  I wore flip flops the day before and it was gross, I would NEVER eat anything that had touched whatever was on my feet.

So finally, after the depression from losing my olive was lifted, we decided that it was a good thing I didn't partake in that final treat.  It would have done me in for sure.

Shortly after my olive was lost, we got a picture with Jacki Chace, wha???

More exciting tales from San Francisco to come, I promise!  I also understand that this is probably substantially funnier to those that were there, don't judge.