Went to the Giants game with Aaron and seven other folks and watched the Indians trounce the home team, including a five run outburst in the ninth inning, all with two outs. Afterwards, on the long walk from the stadium to Sam Wo’s, we passed a homeless guy holding up a cardboard sign:
“Family kidnapped by ninjas. Need $$$ for karate lessons.”
Also worth remembering was Miner’s rant about the guy sitting in his seat (which went on for at least a half hour and scared several people out of the stadium bathroom), Nish’s infatuation with the smell of laundry, the waitress at Sam Wo’s refusing to take orders until she’d gotten a round of high-five’s, the round-trippers, and Kenny’s baffling inability to operate the BART entry gate. A classic evening.
i love sam wo’s, and you taught me to go there, holliday. look for the two presidents. those were your directions.
and sadly, even after living in the bay area (on and off) for a decade, that’s still the only way my simple brain can ever remember how to find the place.
on a tangentially related note, where was the tacqueria off of highway one that you took me to? i’ve found it accidentally a couple of times while heading down to monterey, but can never remember where it was afterwards. the town needs to have a president’s name, then my small brain and i would be all good.
pescadero. and it looks like a gas station. because it is one, i guess. i totally forgot about that place.