I'm hopping on a plane tonight to go visit Tom and Angie (and Bosley) pictured above for the weekend. This will be a weekend of hanging out in the midwest eating lots of meat and drinking lotsa beer...mmmm. We will be tailgating as usual - at the BIG GAME which is Michigan State versus University of Michigan. I swear to god, in the midwest...football is like religion - super fun. I get to uber indulge...this year some things will be different
Brought in Krispy Kreme donuts and a 7 layer dip today in honor of the end of quarter madness that usually occurs amongst our sales people. I've already eaten 2 donuts and will soon crash from my sugar high.
Yes my friends...that's a picture of tres tacos de carne asada from the taco truck parked at the car wash parking lot. mmmmmmm
That's a picture of the baseball cupcakes that Hiroko made for our skeleton team for last night's game. It was a shame, really....we only had 8 people...4 guys and 4 girls, the absolute minimum needed to play. And even then, we had to wait 20 minutes...because the other team was being so "kind" and not letting us forfeit. Our famed pitcher, Jawed, was unable to attend the game and Kevin filled in but walked a number of people in the beginning...slow pitch softball pitching is a lot harder than you think - - hopefully Jawed will return next week..for the last regular game of the season. Finally, mid-game...my brother pulled a hamstring and we had to forfeit...so it was off to Tasty Subs for pizzas and beers.
Apparently Monday was National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Can you believe there's an entire day devoted to sounding like idiots? That's freakin awesome. So a joke from Corley in honor of Pirate day.....
Went to dinner with Forrest last night in Russian Hill. We couldn't decide where we wanted to eat (we're both kind of indecisive and there are so many choices in SF) and we watned to try some place new. So the answer was - drive to Russian Hill...then walk around until we find a restaurant and then walk in and start eating! Alas, what we found was Zarzuela...a little spanish style tapas place... And I must say - Yummy. 
This morning I ran the Franklin Templeton Memorial 5K/10K race with Forrest and Craig. Susan was going to do the 5K until she read that strollers were not allowed on the course. But alas, upon our arrival and scanning of the crowd realized that many other folks brought stollers and no one was complaining. So next year.
Last night was softball night for Team Ligers as our most Thursdays between June - October at National Semiconductor. We played the Longshots and we thankfully won after 2 weeks of disappointment out on the field. However this week's game was interesting for a number of reasons:
It looks like a space age funky whatever thingy...but in reality it is a seat that is apparently too narrow for my sit bones. That's what the guy at the bike shop told me...I think he was trying to say that I was fat - just kidding.
That's Chester with a mohawk...not really a faux hawk because his hair is so long it's beyond that stage now. That's almost a 3 inch hair statue man.
Spent the entire weekend with some sort of cycling....GEEZ - you wouldn't know it, but I am turning into a road bike geek. As the LVH would tease me, I am currently super focused on cycling. Actually I have no idea why I didn't start this before running....because it hurts less than running...my joints rejoiced with my first bike ride and have ceased the boycott of physical activity..
After much discussion on Sunday evening, Forrest and I (sans Chester because he bailed last minute) went to see Broken Flowers. The premise of this movie is interesting if not something that any person may potentially dread...as the most uncomfortable series of situations possible. Can you imagine being in your 40's and visiting all your exes from when you were in your 20's? After 20 years, why on earth would you want to go back and "check in" with your exes...especially because so much may have changed in two decades. YIKES
Just finished Blink by Malcolm Gladwell this morning. I liked the book, it was interesting...all about how in basically the blink of an eye, you would have made a judgement on something, someone, anything ...meaning that your first impression is probably 1. the most lasting impression and 2. the right impression.... However there are some caveats to this, like in times in extreme stress where your heart rate is over 170, you start to lose the power of this cognitive something-or-other and make very poor decisions because your body starts to shut down. There is however a correlation between 115-150 heart rate activity being the most heightened state of alertness and focus...where the hollywood movie efeects of slow motion, tunnel vision and dimished hearing capacity of white noise happens...muy interesante.
As part of the "SAVE BETTY'S BUTT" campaign...I purchased a new saddle for my bike today. Last week, Forrest got me some new spandex complete with super-chamois...I was a dumbass and bought spinning shorts on my first trip and my ass has been paying for it ever since (literally). So today I had a 2pm bike fitting at The Bicycle Outfitters where they adjust this thing and that thing to make sure the angles of this part or that part are correct. What was deduced from the appt was that the saddle that came with my bike was made for men...and not hitting my hipbones correctly - therefore the excruciating pain.
Found this on Amazon.com this morning and thought I should post it here, even though I am probably not going to be able to drive a bunch of additional visitors to the site or anything....but it's worth a shot. Also, I am sad that I did not go to Louisiana earlier this year for a business trip, because now I won't ever get to see and experience all of the original wonders of creole country (it sounds selfish...but is meant as a compliment to the fascinations of the south - whether it be food, culture, legends)...by the time I finally make it out there and they've been able to de-flood the area, it'll be filled wtih stucco reinterpretations and McMansions so that any local character might be sucked dry.... Hopefully the people of Louisiana can rebuild their lives and their towns in a way that helps to maintain the soulful personality of the south.
