The creative department at work decided to go bowling last night. I don’t recall the last time I bowled, but I do remember the last time I hung out and ate chips and salsa and pizza.
I was able to take this totally sweet shot of Roy nailing it.
The highpoint of the evening had to be when I drove Annie from the Presidio to the Mission and she grew startled when she didn’t hear the jingle-jangle of her keys. Of course her coat was hanging out back at the Presidio, getting a few extra lanes in. Of course I drove her back there and home again. It was nice spending a total of 16 hours with Annie.
Naturally, all the on-ramps except one were allowing cars onto the Bay Bridge. Total driving time from bowling to Oakland: two and a half hours.