Sausage Attack Overshadows Brewers' Win (this, sadly, had no photos)
On Trailblazing Corsica, Sausages With a Pedigree (alas, not referring to the previous headline)
Had a nice night at Nina's: got in a round of Princes of Florence (which I won) after running over the rules to Puerto Rico with Nina, her boyfriend, and Cathy. I kind of wanted to play both, but Cathy REALLY wanted to play Puerto Rico so I figured I'd rather have her enthusiastic self playing than my torn self. My brother seemed to be getting along with everyone famously, and I got a kick out of having Nina beg the "loud-mouthed (MyLastNameHere)'s" get out of the room so she could play in peace.
After I came home I saw that at midnight I was getting emails from my friend sallysimpleton, so I pinged her and within a few minutes got a real phone call! We talked for almost an hour, and briefly touched on my using people who like to play games as my social network (in the context of how hard it is to make friends, which we concluded isn't really a east-coast/west-coast/southern culture conflict thing so much as a not-being-in-college/not-having-kids/not-i
Anyway, it's 1:30, I'm cruising the New York Times looking for stuff to read (Wm Gibson would say that I should be writing now, and I don't think that the blog would count, even though he keeps one himself)> I'm giving Worthy Opponent the keys to the car tomorrow, and I'm planning on biking over to Fremont to meet him in the afternoon and then going to happy hour at Beso Del Sol. The evening beyond that is open: but whatever will I do during the day now that the shower is finished, the dogs are cleaned, and I've called my sister?
(Obviously I'll stay online all day, reading about kayaking or those crazy Love Hotel Bloggers in Japan.)