I took the train to City Hall at eight o'clock this morning to serve Michelob ULTRA to finishers of the Rock 'n' Roll San Francisco Half Marathon, which somehow raised funds for the Gay Track Club I'm part of. I don't know the guy in the center of the picture above, but he saw me taking it and posed anyway.
After a two-quesadilla lunch at home José picked me up and drove me to his rental unit in SoMa where I held the base of a ladder while he changed light bulbs. He dropped me back at home an hour or two later and I walked to Aardvark in the Castro to sit on a stool and read part of Bret Easton Ellis' Less Than Zero in paperback, which I eventually bought for seven bucks and change.
In the late afternoon I walked to the Whole Foods on Market for gluten free chicken bites and a stupidly expensive blueberry protein drink. I sat at the bar in the window eating and drinking and reading and then walked home and sat on the couch in front of two episodes of Girls with B before going to bed at nine.