Busy weeks make for a very odd sense of what's going on. It's Wednesday and man if it don't feel like Friday. Lots to do and lots already done at work. I'm going to miss J's second ball game today and that bums me out a little.
Left work a little late yesterday and caught the train that only goes half way home then you have to get out and wait 15 before the next train that goes all the way. So I decided to ride as far as I could to see if I can get anywhere near Tasman before I have to stop and wait doe the train. Got two stops away and probably could have made it all the way but it's a good thing I didn't as there were 9 bicycles on the car after Tasman and only 2 before, one was me of course.
Ok now I have to talk about wings. Kris, el superior chica en todos del mundo, went waaaaaaay out of her way Monday to get me BW3 on opening day of the Dublin, CA Buffalo Wild Wings. I can feel the WTFs out there so let me explain. Buffalo Wild Wings (I will always call it BW3 even though the last W for "Weck" has long since gone) is an Ohio institution and something with which I have 25 years of history. Monday signified the opening of the first NorCal BW3 and my wife, el gran jefe de los pajarros rojos, was there. The only downer was that she missed a year of free wings by 5 people. But I got wings for the final 4. Anyone see who won that?
iPhone says, "Southern Accents" by Tom Petty
"For just a minute there I was dreaming. For just a minute it was oh so real. For just a minute she was standing there with me."
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