Bryan and Jess Do SF

My little brother Bryan and his female wife Jessica have been told by a medical professional to expect a tiny human of their creation to arrive sometime prior to Thanksgiving which is why they traveled to my home in California to partake in a pilgrimage that they and, from what I understand, other heterosexuals refer to as a “babymoon”, a vacation of sorts, usually in the woman’s second trimester, celebrating parentlessness one final time before a miniature person wreaks havoc upon their foreseeable futures.

During their “babymoon” we did things, neat things, such as:

  • run with gays

  • stuff ourselves with meat

  • eat dim sum

  • see Hamilton

  • hike Twin Peaks

  • consume burritos in Dolores Park

  • tour the dome at City Hall

  • lie with my domestic animals

It was v. (very) enjoyable and I was e. (extremely) sad to see them leave though possibly less sad than Ellie who, at one point during their stay, made off with one of Bryan’s running socks which we later found, unmolested, in our bed, Ellie sound asleep beside it.

HBD Baby Bry

Today is Baby Brother Bryan’s 31st birthday and I love him for a whole dang buncha reasons including but most certainly not limited to:

  • 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 during impromptu living room sing-alongs

  • he’ll drive all the miles on a road trip

  • his taste in movies is superb (Major Payne, Remote, Three Ninjas)

But mostly, I like the way he looks.