
Friday night's Dodger/Cubs game we sat in the left field bleachers and learned gang signs.
Sunday's Dodgers/Cubs game we sat in reserved and I had unfortunate eye contact with a thug who screamed, "there's a cub fan right there!" Fun but not exactly your "friendly confines".
The death of The Hi-Lite 30, an American drive-in. Or as we called it: The Dirty 30's. Interesting how You Tube comes up with "lesbian love" as a related video.
I'm not gonna write about New York starting with getting an upgrade to yupper class on my birthday, or how New York gave me raging allergies, or the trade show that was great but not exactly what we expected or hoped, or how I was called "too hip" (for the middle americas), or the night we never left the hotel and got most drunky over bottomless martinis, or flea marketing in Soho, or coming home and turning around for a Bay Area weekend and upon arrival almost getting kicked out of the Irish Bank because my dog barked at some woman in line for the bathroom, or how we visited Petaluma and then stayed the night with family in Sonoma, then visited two wineries on the way to Yountville for a friend's college grad party, then therefore drinking hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of wine, then after twelve days off from work how I was broke but enthusiastic. I'm not going to blog about this because Who Cares?!
Read the Huffington Post instead.