Oafland

Today, we sat around Oakland like Big Fat Oafs and picked our noses. (Pick, pick, pick.)

In the evening, Heinz ventured into big, bad San "Don't-Call-Me-Frisco" Francisco to visit Mark, an old college housemate of his. The conversation covered weighty topics such as the meaning of a life spent working for the Man, the shrinking social opportunities of the 30-something single male in Urban America, and which season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" was the best. (Apparently, it was the fifth. I think. It's all a blur, really.)

While Heinz and Mark discussed Buffy and the Meaning of Life in The City, Furball and the parental units wandered down College Ave. and filled their pie-holes with tasty California cuisine. Yum!

And then nothing much happened.