On A roll

Got some work done at work. Went with the gang to Japantown, Hukilau for lunch. I'd been there once before for a party. A couple of them had never been to Japantown before, which doesn't surprise me since it's way far from work, and I was pretty surprised we went all that way for lunch. Food was so-so. Service was excellent. Bright sunny day, after lunch we walked down the block exploring, found a ukulele store.



Kind of ran out of work at about 3, did my weekly report and left at 5 because I thought the roller derby in Redwood City started at 6. I got there before most of the players, but that got me a primo parking spot in an area where there isn't much. The doors don't open till 7:30. I walked to the library, read from my phone's Kindle app, then walked back to the car and got my real Kindle, and the only place in sight was a McDonald's, so I had a milk shake and read some more there. Back at the rink at 7:35 the line was more of a scrum, people were not reading the signs which said there was a separate line for will call. The nice lady at will call fixed that by shouting for will call ticket people, and moving the at-the-door payers to the other side.

It was already jam packed. I bet they opened at 7. Not finding any seats or places to stand where I could get photos, I decided to pretend to be official and stood just on the safe side of The Blue Line. It was sweltering in there, but halfway through the bout they turned on some air conditioning. Which they turned off at intermission. I stayed through about 15 minutes of the second half, but the combination of noplace to sit and heat/humidity got to me., It also was not very exciting. The good news is the person I went to see got a lot of rink time, and I got some good photos of her.


One of the more action-packed shots. More here[click]

Home at about 10, Domino keeps yelling at me. Very annoying. Watched the highlights of NFL draft round 2. Some interesting surprises. I like the 49er's pick.

Plans for tomorrow:
My morning photo shoot was canceled, so I may take the train to Sacto, and see the Redskunk Jypsee Jazz Band after playing tourist. They are a group I found on National Train Day a few years ago playing at the SLO station. They keep getting better.

Coming And Going

( Long story about finances. Cut for boring )

Might have been reliving my teen years, this morning I was in bed till noon. Sort of. I was online at 10:00 and did my morning drugs, but went back to bed. Up & showered at noon.

Punched a new massage place into the GPS, it proceeded to put me in the wrong lane several times, and did not warn about the usual mile-long backup to the Stevens Creek off-ramp from 880. It's supposed to automatically re-route me. Boo. Hiss. Took an hour for a 20-minute trip. And when I got there it was a sleezy looking place. I turned around and went to one across from Valley Fair which I'd been meaning to try. Much nicer, good CMT massage.

During the round the city tour I noticed a new Hooter's on Bascom, so on my way home I stopped in there for an early dinner. Very attractive waitresses, and friendly. This one has a policy where your waitress sits down at the table from time to time and chats. Very nice. Celery & blue cheese dip, clam chowder (was a bit too potatoed) and wings with Thai Honey sauce. They even had it written in Thai on the menu: น้ำผึ้ง, but I think they missed the tone marks. Tasted great. Key lime pie for dessert was good, but I keep forgetting how strong those limes are.

Home, read a lot, watched more of the NFL draft on TiVo, but halfway through round 5 ESPN stopped covering the announcements and went into full blown bullshit mode, which is not what I paid them good money for. And before you say anything, it's not on basic cable, so I pay Comcast who pays them.

Got a letter from Sprint from someone Back East who claims she has to talk to me personally.Between 8 and 5 Eastern time.  I'll be starting that call with "I'm recording this conversation". If she doesn't like it, she can ask me what she needs to ask in writing. The correct response to my letter would have been "We're sorry, we made a mistake, and you have a zero balance. We have told the collection agents to burn your file."

Domino has been as close to a lap cat as she ever gets, as long as I am either in bed or on the recliner. She gets all emo when I'm on the computer, yowls like a banshee. It's getting old.

Plans for tomorrow:
None.