This weekend headed to Cali again, early to see friends and family and for a week in San Diego to start training for a new position based in NYC. This weekend I filled up on mom’s cooking, toured the bay to see all my friends that won’t commit to come to NYC for a visit, hit up a few SF hot spots for birthday celebrations and catch up with all the gossip and local word on the streets from friends and family (Hi Grandma!).
Thursday I left on the old blue faithful – JetBlue, of which I’ve become a devote customer and look to the big JB first for all my flights: DirectTV, drinks, snacks and hot young nurses… what more do you want in an airline. Taking the camera out this last weekend didn’t happen so deal with a few club shots from both Wish and Ruby – I couldn’t tell you who was spinning (well I heard Bad Boy Bill was at Ruby but it didn’t sound like the Bill I had heard in the past).
Mike G had his fill of action at Wish and boned out early, Morg and Gabby were sippin cocktails all night when I arrived tardy from taking the tour through Mountain View and a stop by TM’s condo. Stella was klankin but the night was called and I played lost tourist for Gab before heading 45 mins back to my side of the bay.
Friday morning, pops and I hit the links in Sunol. I remember a time when I could play this course for a dollar after school and if it weren’t for the nearly free time I wouldn’t be coming out to the greens as much. Shot a few pics of the live turkeys and the course, before heading out to the Livermore Valley Wine Country Championship at Wente vinyards tournament. Rain killed the fun but not before Jeff Quinney jumped to an early lead. Unfortunately he couldn’t hold on to it and Tripp Isenhour took away his fair share of the $600,000 purse.
Back to Saturday, which was a great afternoon and then off to SF again for Darin and Morgs celebration. Nothing was planned, major. Good to catch back up with Mike gggggg for a few and tip back beers before heading out NY style at 12 for the club. We jumped in but I found myself chatting up friends upstairs most of the night. I make the unfortunately mistake of walking back to Mike’s through the Tenderloin but good thing, all the crackheads thought I was some crazy cracka too (I wish I could have documented that stroll).
