Arm Chair Olympian

I have spent much time in the last week lying on the couch watching the Olympics. The games are exciting and it gives me something worthwhile to do in the evenings. Needless to say, I have not been cleaning. I have not been able to keep dishes in the sink because if I do I have ants.

And I'm not talking about a few. I'm talking swarm. Once I do the dishes they all but disappear. I will run by the Ace tomorrow and get some Tero gel, but it's forcing me at least clean the kitchen. In fact, due to my diminished underwear supply I also did laundry today. Wyatt, Barbara, Stephanie and her sister hosted a party today and their place is right down the street from The Wash Mill. It's a little more expensive than the place with that creepy Jon guy, but it allowed me to grab food and drink between wash and dry cycles.

Towards the end of my time at the party, we finally brought up the band. Wyatt's friend, Michael (?) said that his band was playing at Sophia's in October. And Wyatt said nothing. I thought it may be because he wanted to be respectful of Stephanie's feelings, however 10 minutes later, Wyatt said the we were working on a band together and mentioned Stephanie, as well. She was inside, but I kept quiet. When she came out Michael asked what each of us did in the band and she said she plays violin in another band and just sings in this one. Hmmm. I wonder if Wyatt will talk to her. He's just getting over strep throat, so he may speak to her or he may not.

And lastly, yesterday I voyaged solo into the city. I took Amtrak to Richmond again and transferred to BART and got off at Powell, just as I did with Tony a few weeks ago. This time I met up with Tony's family for dim sum at Hang Ah on Sacramento and had a lovely time. His mom and sister, plus his sisters skinny boyfriend were in from LA. I left them around 1:45PM and walked to Fort Mason to meet up with Suehyla and walk the Golden Gate Bridge. As I told her on our bus ride back to Fisherman's Wharf, I was going to be totally nonchalant about seeing her, but I did get all giddy. It was so nice to hang out with her. At first we could not find the entrance to the bridge, but after a long walk past Crissy Fields, we wound our way up the hill and onto the bridge. It was super cold and misty, so I added a sweater layer at the half-way point before we walked back on the bridge.

After a super rich cupcake in Ghiradelli Square, we hiked up Polk and crossed over to Larkin to meet Alexis at Olive for happy hour. I started to get a little worried about my journey home since I really didn't research so much, mostly because I didn't know where I'd wind up. But we left the bar after a couple of drinks, some calamari and artichoke pizza. Suehyla, Alexis and her friend Michael walked me to the Civic Center BART and in my tipsiness I got on the train going the WRONG way. I tried not to get nervous, but waited the 7 minutes for the correct train at the next stop. I made the transfer at MacArthur and there was a Richmond train ready and waiting. We pulled into Richmond at 8:30, in plenty of time to make the 8:42 Amtrak back to Davis. In fact, the train was late, so I grooved again on the platform to the random music I have on my ipod and waited with those around me.

Another great summer day.