Bachelor Weekend

Sunday/Monday. Life without Beth who was in LA.

I discovered a song that I can't stop listening to: 

Everybody Knows by the Jayhawks. My latest earworm.

Sunday, I got up late. I didn't get home til after one a.m the night before. I had an easy morning in Inverness, reading, taking a hot bath to stay warm and working on my jigsaw puzzle. Before I knew it, it was time to go watch the playoff game.

Thomas graciously got me invited to Adrian Gordon's to watch the 49er game. I like football but do not follow it regularly. I have too many hobbies and other interests. I would much rather be out on the water than home watching sports. Plus, the 49ers have been so bad for the last five years or so. I used to be a serious fan in the 80's. I remember going to 49er games in 1981, with my dad. He bought a bunch of tickets the first year they went to the super bowl. Tickets were easy to get that year. Not afterward.

Adrian put out a good spread. The Niners delivered. Great time with Thomas, Pete(r), Adrian and Keith. On to the super bowl.

I wanted to see my mom and Mike for dinner in Berkeley after the game. Mom was sick. I met Mike and Alana for Japanese at Kamado. 

I know I look a lot like Mike. I am the one with the giant white sake cup. They offered us a choice of cups. One was ginormous. I decided to go big - live large.

Back home to SF last night. Meyer slept over. He went to meet with Jeff Brand for breakfast today. I speculate that he is considering law school and wanted to discuss with Jeff. Meyer likes to keep his cards close to his vest. 

I picked up the Sunday NYT again. [Full disclosure - my neighbor moved out and the paper still shows up every Sunday.]

I spent all morning reading the paper in my pajamas, listening to music. Everybody Knows on a loop; and some classical music.

I went to a competitive spin class over the lunch hour. Sparsely attended. No one to compete with. Still fun and good exercise. 

I came home and read the NYT some more. Tired of that, I got out my book, Moving On by Larry McMurtry and laid down on the couch to read. Next thing I knew I was asleep. I got up just in time to go to the airport to pick up Beth

There was a book review in the NYT. A personal finance book. This made me laugh out loud: "Money can’t buy you happiness, but it is still better to cry in a Bentley than on a bus".

Until next time.