i guess it’s best to take it one day at a time. changing the site was supposed to make it easier to update, but i guess i’ll always be a man of long stories rather than shorts. but to commemorate the new Conan show, i’ll change my format a week after this post.
let me start with what most people are interested in anyway- it’s been interesting to move on from the last girl i was regularly seeing. but if someone that matters that much to you decides that your patience and gentlemanliness [10 years of it, actually] isn’t worth much, then what’s the use?
[maybe i was just chasing a dream. seeing that she moved on to a sewer rat kind of took the edge off of it, though.]
even with work, the time on the water has pretty much kept me grounded in reality for the past year. being around people i like [rather than people i loathe] definitely helps.
long days at the computer can be remedied with a good workout, of which there’s plenty. this’ll be the only practice set i’ll post since you probably know how it goes already. and now we’re doing it three times a week. oof.
let’s start at the end of april. god damn, it’s been that long?
dave hosted another night in oakland chinatown spent with beer and chicken and waffles and stories whose humorous conclusions usually involved pretending to hump stationary objects.
the next week the team had its first big race of the season in redwood city, and what i continue to like about the team is well we perform even though we act pretty casually. who needs an A-division finish when you get the same damned prize for C or D? we don’t get paid enough [or at all] for that to matter.
wasn’t bad to get the jitters out and see the team doing well, and the local bragging rights aren’t bad either. in my new role as the web/historian/brand guy, though, i took about 500 pictures and had even more from four others, which had to be sorted and all that. even the family got to come along and finally see what it is i do the weekends.
mother’s day we spent locally, though the baby will likely continue being the center of attention into the near future.
the next tuesday i skipped trivia to go to the giants game, which happened to be chinese heritage night, but they ran out of the damned boobleheads. i didn’t get to enjoy the game as much as i wanted to because i was too busy climbing all over the seats for picture opportunities. couldn’t beat the walkoff homerun, however, video here.
the next friday was interesting, split between rhea’s goodbye party at bruno’s and the cdba fundraiser at horizon. revelations from that night? none worth acting on. yet.
the next day, after practice i discovered that fuddrucker’s was closed, so i headed to the asian street fair downtown to help with the cdba for a few hours, then went to san jose for lola gobaleza’s 96th birthday party to see a few old friends. migs and alma, again, thanks for the invite.
bay to breakers was the next day, so i got enough sleep as i could before barting it in and meeting the team back in the financial district. it was 8 miles of… adventure.
our costume? of course, a dragon boat, but instead of dressing up i played the part of the hubble, just hanging around and taking pictures of the damned thing. great day, except for the red paint that found its way onto my jeans and shoes. at least they were due for replacement.
after a BLT-related adventure in the mission and an advertising netorking event on pier 23, kurt came by to visit so we all gathered at cat club the following thursday to pay our tribute.
i failed in procuring food at the end of the night, but we saved it for… 2 days later. sue may had her birthday thing at bruno’s that saturday, which i kicked off early since everyone else took 3 hours to arrive. the night ended up being a whole lot longer than i needed it to be, but you know how it goes.
after the longest night of the year so far, susan and tom came into the city for vacation and janice and i took them around. cafe maritime, orphan andy’s for milkshakes and a short tour. great night.
i went to another giants game a couple of days later, this time with irene and the sf department of public works. i spent the day leading up to it having lunch with brian at the old clown alley [mostly while he played with my newly hacked and de-bricked ipod while we ate overpriced burgers] and checking out the proposition 8 rally at the civic center.
then it came time for gordon biersch happy hour and the game. appetizers were passable, the game was great, but something was… missing. i’m still figuring it out.
friday i was graciously invited to a screening of Up, which I recommend, though half the theater was sobbing at the end. though it definitely was a Biz Markie night [though not to my chagrin], i got out of it alive.
the next day my cousin Dana came up from san diego and wanted to see Claire. problem was, she was staying with relatives out in the central valley, so i had to make two round trips to Tracy. but she got to see Claire [who was, miraculously, on her best behavior] and we had a lot of good food.
and so… here we are. things are slowly changing, everything’s getting a lot busier, and there’s now way too much crap to keep track of. but it takes your mind off the drama, at least for a while, and shows you that having a life is all the more reason to just get over it and start again.
it might have taken a while, but at least i know i’m on the right track.
