This morning I had some down time in my head.
At the coffee shop and getting impatient about the long-ass service. You know you're in a bad way when you do that - and then to realize the hypocrisy of it all. It's a downward spiral.
Whatever.
I drove up to Fremont to see Tate pitch four innings at fifty pitches and his team gets the win.
He's a stud for sure. I got to hang out with three generations of the Lipnicke family too: Dave, Dave's Dad, and his son.
Afterward we went to Panera at Pacific Commons and saw the lovely Kelsey. Of course, Tate flirted with her I was told. I sat outside with their dog and then went in separately to flirt with her too. I had met her already as I charmed a bag of those good kettle chips they have while I waited for Dave's family.
From there, Dave and I did the 2 hour turn around trip to Manresa and back. Thankfully the traffic held despite the guy in the hoopty Lincoln Continental - he was rubbing the k-rails.
Surf was fun but it was an ass kicking for only 40 minutes. If I had an extra hour I might have calmed down and figured it out. The water was really warm. And today I wore my 4/3 wetsuit for the first time in 3 months. I was burning up!
I still had a good time and know I needed that.
Plus it was good to hang and talk with Dave for a while. I was happy to take him out and have all the extra gear to set him up with.
It just kind of worked out that way.
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