I’m on a shuttle bus to Monterey to spend a couple days with College Roommate Danielle who’s in California for work reasons. Our plan is to walk next to an ocean, share a few delish meals and fill in the gaps created by two and a half years of not seeing one another. Oh also, to drink wine.
The probability of me ugly crying is high to certain.
It’s not uncommon for a rabbit to die of fright.
Today is Baby Brother Bryan’s 31st birthday today this day.
I love him for a whole dang lotta reasons:
he’s the best Taboo partner
he’ll accompany you to the top of the tallest mountain in the lower 48 if you ask him to
he doesn’t mind singing only the backup parts when you feel like being Aladdin and Jasmine
he’ll drive all the miles on a road trip
his taste in movies is superb (Major Payne, Remote and Three Ninjas (the first two) are among his faves)
But mostly, I like the way he looks.
Happy birthday, Bry!
I love you!
Despite the messy weather, tens of thousands of runners, many of them in costume, joined me at the Bay to Breakers starting line just before eight o’clock this morning. Included in the throng was a shirtless older gentleman who stood directly in front of me during the national anthem and then oh-so-casually slipped out of his tiny green shorts as the go gun sounded, granting me an unavoidable view of his bouncing, pasty white tush for the first few minutes of the race. Remember when Sunday mornings were for church?