I got an Alton Brown cookbook, books on screenwriting from my grandfather, salami from an Italian deli in North Beach, a bottle of very old scotch, Eddie Bauer binoculars (for when girls in yoga pants run past our bay window), a scarf for San Francisco weather from St. Frances, very nice after shave from Diego, and a new wallet.
What did you get?
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’
I guess it was my fault. Kerstin would like the karaoke condoms to be accessible, right as you’re running out the door. In case of a karaoke emergency. I moved them, in a fit of spring cleaning, to the champagne bucket under the table with the car keys and