So Lonely

My wife is still in Portugal, the Azores to be exact.  I was going to send her the YouTube link to the Police’s “So Lonely”, from their seminal album Outlandos d’Amour.  I decided against it because her international phone plan has a strict data limit.  I can be romantic.  I just don’t want it affecting my bottom line.

Can I tell you people something?  I can’t get enough of the Wigs. I gladly flew half-way across the country for the wedding last month.  And then I get a text this week from their SB2, who is not only a wedding officiant but an eminent Googler.  He invited me out to dinner Wednesday night.  We chowed down at Ben Tre in San Mateo.  I appreciate the fact that he trusted me enough to let me order.  We had Imperial Rolls, Five Spice Chicken with Garlic Noodles, and Tiger Beer.  I can’t get enough of Ben Tre food either. The two of us had a nice chat.  I realize that my wife pleaded with him to check up on me, since she cannot keep an eye on me from Portugal, but I didn’t let that get in the way of us having a nice time.

I also had a nice chat with his dad last night.  The call came in shortly before my 8:30 bedtime.  The Wigs had just gotten in from a Lake Street Dive show.  He was effusive about their talent, so I committed to watching one of their videos.  They were catching the final innings of the Nationals game and sipping Maker’s Mark. After I hung up, I texted my wife that I was OK, and she didn’t have to implore the Wigs to keep tabs on me.

Tonight, I’ll be having dinner at Rasa in Burlingame with the Hotelier.  I was going to cook dinner at my house but the Exec and TCG said they really didn’t feel like hanging out with me.  The Hotelier and I are both looking forward to the return of our wives on Wednesday.  His wife’s name is???

I’m assume you have all seen the Facebook posts stating “For my birthday this year, I’m collecting donations for …” I plan to do that as well.  I’ll be collecting to buy Jim Jordan a sport coat.