Yan Can Cook Etc.
I
was in my local OSH last weekend and I ran into Martin Yan. He lives
in San Mateo. I left him the hell alone.
Saturday
night we went over to The Oakland Hills Hotel to celebrate my
brother's 60th birthday. My sister usually has an array of artisanal
liquors I've never heard of so we had some cocktails before our pasta
dinner. My brother differs greatly from me in that he looks about 10
years younger, is much shorter and lacks a gut, All three of his
kids were there so it was fun to catch up. We planned a cousins
reunion when I can corral all my kids on Gull Ave. We survived the
time change as we scooted out early to get to our next social event.
Sunday
morning we headed down to Half Moon Bay to celebrate The Unc's
birthday. That geezer is even older than my brother. We met up with
other friends that we are going to Costa Rica with this summer. We
had a nice outside table at Sam's Chowder House. The food was good
and I got some sun on my face, which gave me a lovely glow for a few
days.
As
we were leaving, a group of motorcyclists arrived, with the leader of
the pack blasting his radio. I was a little off put by the
incongruous sound of the lilting lead vocal of Maroon 5's latest hit
emanating from his hog.
I'm
stoked about the new Apple watch. I just put myself on the wait
list. I understand it makes guacamole.
Here's
a touching and inspirational story about the Google CFO's retirement.
He's leaving because wants to spend more time counting his own
money.
In
other news, a couple drunk Secret Service agents crashed their car,
Hillary tried to explain away her private email account, and a 250
year old pretzel was discovered in Germany. I have no comment.
Lastly,
I'm surprised that a guy with this stage persona is capable of
violence.
posted by DJ @ 8:07 AM
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