Functionally ReTodded

Holy mother of crap have I been busy. I have been at the office by 6:30AM every day until today, and I’ve been here until between 5:30 and 7PM every day until today. I have eaten all but one breakfast and lunch at my desk. (The other was lunch today, and I ate it in eight minutes in the onsite cafeteria thingy).

So, it’s nearly quittin’ time here in NoCal, and we’re making plans for the weekend. There are a few things we’ve narrowed it down to for tomorrow. Here are the ones I can think of off the top of my head:

1. Tour of Alcatraz (four or five hours I think)
2. Pier 39 for lunch and maybe an early dinner
3. Driving up and down Lombard Street and Hill Street, although I’m not 100% sure that the shitbox of a rental car we have would ever slow down, much less stop.
4. The Giants game tomorrow night at either 6:15 or 7:15

See? That’s a lot of shit to fit into a day, and I didn’t even include having a meal in Chinatown or picking up a tranny whore.

Sunday will be heading south day. We’ll be going thru Gilroy (home of the Garlic Festival) and going to Monterey to see Pebble Beach, then over to Carmel to see if we can find and possibly piss off Clint Eastwood.

Oh, and one more thing I think I’m gonna try. My friend says that if you’re at a hotel with a bunch of gay guys around, if you sit on the edge of the hot tub, it means you are willing to have someone smoke your pole. So I figure if I’m gonna be away from home for two weeks without the love of a good woman, or in the absence of a good woman, without the physical affection of my wife, I’m gonna see if I’m at least cute enough for some random gay dude to want to blow me in the hot tub.

Of course, I won’t let him. For long anyway.

Happy Friday everybody!