| I started teaching piano at Regen last week, but I left my house late, so I had to rush to get to Oakland on time. Since I didn't have time to eat, I grabbed a banana on the way out, figuring I'd eat it in the car. I made it off the freeway, and was zooming around Lakeshore, my poor car working extra hard, when I found myself blocked by a Ferrari. Yeah, that's right, a Ferrari. There I was, speeding around Lake Merritt only to be stopped by a car worth roughly 200x more than mine. With probably about 200x the horsepower as well...
So there I am, banana in hand, tailgating this Ferrari when I look over in the next lane and see two tinted SUVs. I don't really think much of it, since Lakeshore has its fair share of tinted SUVs, and usually it's safer just to sneak a furtive glance and then pretend you didn't see them, lest you get shot. But then I notice that there's a film crew in the back of the SUV and they're leaning out with a full camera rig, filming the Ferrari. and I realize that I'm probably in the shot, tailgating this Ferrari, munching on my banana, in my piece of junk '86 honda accord.
I'm practically famous.
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| Spending the Christmas up here in Seattle at my sister's house. There's 12 of us crammed into her place. It's pretty much pure insanity since 4 of them are the nieces and nephews, ages 5, 3, 1, 1. Someone starts screaming in the middle of the night, someone comes running by the couch where I'm sleeping at 6:30 AM. Good times for sure.
This is the first Christmas we've all been together in 3 or 4 years since my parents were in Hong Kong the past 3. Technically, it's actually ever since most of the kids weren't born when my parents left for Hong Kong.
Merry and glad tidings of joy to all y'all. |
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| A happy belated Thanksgiving to all.
I spent it with my future in-laws. Good times, for sure, but it's certainly a trip: They will be my family.
6 months and counting. I told Marilyn I was going to start a blog last Sunday (our semi-proto-anniversary) called "6 Months of Freedom." But the look she gave me killed that idea. |
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| Last week I went to go buy some paint for the church. I
happened to be wearing my Cal Football shirt, the one they give you
when you buy season tickets.
On my way out, the security guard stopped me. "Hey, man, what
position do you play?" Confused, I turned around. When it
became clear that he was seriously asking, I had to tell him that it
was just the shirt you get when you buy tickets. He looked
disappointed. I guess I should have told him I was Marshawn
Longshore.
Then my pastor and I got into his grey CRV and the security guard yelled out, "Dude, SWEET CAR." In all seriousness.
Anyway, I thought it was weird that someone thought I could be playing football for Cal...
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