Woke up in San Fran to a full blown tongue bath and not from
Jen. You would think after a while they
would stop licking but they don’t. Made
my side of the bed and then took an awesome walk at Blackie’s Pasture at Pam’s recommendation. What an unbelievable 6 miler. Weird people though; not Salt Lake City weird
but not very friendly or very pre-occupied with something other than saying
hello or even making eye contact. We
tried to say hello to everyone and only one lady almost gave us a smile but I think
she just may have had gas. Spez could
not have walked along the trail or would have stopped every ten feet to pet or
snuggle a dog. If I was a dog, I would
want to be born in CA. I have never seen
so much attention to dogs. I love my
dogs but they are dogs. I had to take a piss so bad and was panning like
I was looking for a snake for a place to pee but did not want to get
arrested. Ended up in a market where we
were able to pee and look at awesome filets we planned on having for dinner
that night. Even with the delays, still
at 15:05 per mile. I did talk to Jen
about our fight the previous night and how every time we argue for some reason,
I go into a weird mode. I think, what
would Tyrone do in this situation? I
have felt this way for a long time and always do this (but never told
Jen). Tyrone was my hero at 22 (he was
18) when he got into a fight with Ali and she told him to do X, Y or Z and he
said, screw you, I will do what I want and opened up another beer (which he did
not need). Eventually, Ali would come to
her senses and they would make up, but for the 10 hours T- bone was doing
exactly what he wanted to do. I told
this to Jen and said, last night I almost came home and opened up a beer and
did my thing, like Tyrone would do (I ended up not doing but could have). Jen said, well you have grown up a bit, but I
am no Ali!
I found and bought IPA beer called BLAH, BLAH, BLAH which is
my blog idea (thank you Jessee). Anyway,
headed to San Fran, the place I had only been once almost 26 years ago. You see, Jen trapped me and left to go west
to spawn our child, Kasey, and made me follow her. I did and came to pick her up and bring her
back to the east coast and start the unbelievable life I have about this time
26 years ago. I remember it like it was
yesterday and would not give up any of it for all the money in the world. Not many people know this about us as I was
in college at Albany and drove Jen back in her crappy Subaru to begin our
life. What a decision and what a good
one!
Oh, Shout out to little Alex for asking to be shouted out
to.
Everyone in CA drives in your freak’n blind spot. In NY these people would all be dead or have
right front damage to their cars. The
Golden Gate Bridge is awesome and we drove downtown to pick up Jessee and Alex
and go to Alcatraz. We went to a foo foo
lunch (5 star) that ended up being great).
They had farm to market meat that is hand fed, massaged before slaughter
and listens to classical music until their demise. The food was great and out waiter (male) had
painted nails that matched my toe nails (welcome to San Fran). And, the tour was great and I was glad to go,
especially with Jen, who loves prisons.
Took a “Cellfie” in a Cell (Jessee) and even farted in the “hole” with a
bunch of people in there.
For some reason, I am whistling 80-90’s sitcom theme songs
and old commercials (I am stuck on band-aids and band-aids are stuck on me). I don’t know why and maybe some 70’s in there
but you know whistling is a lost art. Also,
I always have the need to have my top right shoulder scratched. Not sure why but it is always that
point. Jen is getting sick of doing
this for me.
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