8 Hours in SJ

Drove down to San Jo this morning to have brunch at Rojos with Little Fox and Prandle. That's how my day started: driving fifty miles for a burrito before noon.

Then I went to Brother Red's wedding reception. That could be – and probably should be – a blog post all its own. A wedding party with no wine. I've never felt so sober in my life. It was at the old church and it felt so wierd to walk around it. Nixon Hall where we played Murder Ball and got bags of M&Ms thrown at us for answering Bible trivia questions... the church kitchen where I first asked out Maggie Green in eigth grade...

Afterwards, I had dinner with the parents before driving back up to the City. They took me out to Thai food and encouraged my latest dream of taking sailing lessons.

It was my briefest stay in SJ yet, and it was worth it just to see Little Fox. Somehow, more than any of my other friends, being around him has a way of bringing me down to earth, reminding me of my roots, reminding me of what's important. Today, it was a spicy Baja Chicken burrito with cilantro and a mango smoothie. And making nice with the old churchgoing crowd. I just wish I could've had a drink.