I was
just looking for an opportunity to use that term but that would be a good
description of our country under a Trump presidency. I took a loyalty pledge to vote for whomever
is running against him. However, I see he and Paul Ryan made nice
yesterday. I watched Ryan present his
word salad afterward. That was one
major crock of shit.
I sent my
buds The Wolv and Unc an article recently that Uber is pulling out of
Austin. We were lucky that we got our
trip in under the wire. Then Wolv sent
me this sad article about the demise of one of his relatives. The Wolv used to harass me on the bandbox
hoops court at our old employer but he’s never harassed any livestock to my
knowledge.
My
generous in-laws just sent us a gift certificate for this joint. I expect to run into some hipsters but I’m
sure we’ll enjoy ourselves nonetheless.
I plan to slurp a half dozen oysters for starters. We also made a reservation for later this
month at Perbacco, where we will meet the wife’s cousins. Perbacco made The Chron’s Top 100.
Last weekend
we again stayed at the Oakland Hills Hotel, my sister’s joint. I was looking over an old blog from 2014 and
she made a lasagna on that occasion as she did last Saturday. She can do that every visit because she makes
a killer lasagna. I ended up wearing
some of it. I gotta go to the dry
cleaner’s today to see if it came out. We
brought our daughter and so did my bro so it was a big family event. Esoteric gins were on the pre-dinner drinks
menu and we were served cappuccinos before they kicked us to the curb the next
day, which was Mother’s Day. The girl
and I had already prepped brunch, which we had when we got home.
In this
week’s news, Bud renamed itself America, Wednesday was National Twilight Zone
Day, and a 72-year-old woman in India gave birth to her first child. Her husband is 79. That piss water Bud can rename itself
America if Trump wins the election. I’m
all for National Twilight Zone Day but I think the fertility professionals in
India need to act with considerably more responsibility. My kids wore me out when I was in my 30s but
their chances of becoming orphans before their fifth birthday were quite
remote.
Foster
City is about to debut a new apartment complex.
I stopped by to snap a few pics yesterday. The leasing office is at 100 Grand Lane. They named it that because that is the annual
rent on one of their three bedrooms.