My Pedestrian Life

My bud The Wig had a front row seat at Trump’s rally in Richmond yesterday.  Word on the street is he was throwing a few punches, but The Wig is not a bigot.  He was slugging anybody near him, whether a protester or a Trump supporter.

Speaking of the orange one, I’ve shared with you some creative names for him from Jason Linkins previously.  Linkins has kept at it and you’ll find some of his recent inventiveness below.  I also liked Charlie Sykes’ reference to the “Orange Duce”.

eldritch clementine

white-supremacist land-lamprey

smirking meat gargoyle

seething ham planet

sclerotic pannus

My wife had her annual end of year school party last night at my abode.  I sequestered myself in my bedroom for most of the evening, watching what I expect will be the penultimate game of the NBA finals.  I did venture out a few times to be charming while I grabbed some chow or a drink. 

After trashing my house, the wife did what would be expected.  She went out golfing this morning and called in the cleaning lady to handle the damage.  Last weekend she left me alone to head to the East coast to watch our niece graduate high school.  The youngster will be joining her sister at Tulane.  The wife also spent time with and money on SB1.  My credit card bill is telling me he’s got some new duds.  You gotta look good when you are a broke film student.  The girl and I hung out last Friday night, chowing down on some good Chicken Karage and sushi rolls from Tokie’s.  I did a bunch of shopping and cooking to ensure that everybody would be well fed this week. Saturday night #1 took pity on me and invited me over for a “simple” dinner.  I admit that #1 is as good a cook as me or better.  His simple dinner was some excellent grilled chicken and vegies.  His wife even contributed by looking up AND printing out a recipe for a tasty sauce.

I think tonight will be a mellow one.  I expect to have some tasty leftovers from last night’s party and maybe catch a pay per view movie.  The chow came from La Corneta, which has locations in SF, Burlingame and San Carlos.  I believe last year’s grub came from Pancho Villa’s.  You can’t go wrong with either.

Next Saturday, I got The Wig’s SB2 and his girlfriend coming over for dinner.  I just sent him a note asking if he wants Osso Buco or Pappardelle Bolognese.  Regardless, we’re having chicken nuggets.  The next day is Father’s Day, so after dinner is cooked, I’ll be off the hook for 36 hours.