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I HAS A BRFFFDAY

I had a birthday cookout at work Friday:

Note the VWR beakers and non-disposable dishes:


And Saturday was the Brfffday ride:


This is the top of Redwood.


Saturday night was Brfffday dinner with my roommates, Murphy, Sheila Moon and friends.

Sunday I puked.

Doppelbiker

I was once told I looked very similar to a yellow PacMan ghost.

OG Jacquie

Jacquie Phelan called me a shy-ish racer. Word.






Gold Sprints. San Rafael.

So there's a lawyer, an engineer and a scientist

So there I am walking down the street in Oakland, staring distantly at the pile of trash with my engineer friend. "Let's rummage through that person's personal belongings" I elude to -- "sure" says the engineer. So we rummage, rummage, rummage, yada, yada, yada, and another person joins the fun. So we start talking and making jokes with him --> followed by a quick conversation about BPA --> then the ocean as a dumpster --> then our career selections. Yes. We have a lawyer, and electrical engineer and a food scientist rummaging through trash.

I remembered back to my days in Raleigh when I was a complete outkast when I flipping went to a thrift store. Dear Oakland, I've found my new home.

Charles in charge

I think I am the best or worst boss ever.

I dragged my direct aid on a 20+ mile (very hilly) bike ride after work today. Then, I dragged him to eat pizza and drink booze. Unfortunate.

PORT COSTA

This is Port Costa, BTW. It's hella cool to ride to. There is a hella sweet abandoned road that is open to bikes and even painted in some spots with wilderness growing through the cracks and pretty much 0 pavement at some points (because it fell off the cliff -- yikes). Either way, when you get there you arrive to only two places - a bar and a whore house (a "hotel"). We went to the bar, then brought our stuff to the "hotel" then back to the bar. The bar features this hella hilarious polar bear (stuffed - obv.).