Usually, the piles of endless dirty clothes are caused by my laziness and my great hatred of laundry. Not today. Today I worked hard to get the laundry done and the fact that it is not done is not my fault, this once. At 6:30pm, I stood in line at Costco purchasing the wrong ink cartridge for my printer and I asked the cashier if I could get a roll of quarters. The cashier said she didn’t have any, but that I might check with Membership Services. At 6:50pm, I stood in the line at Membership Services and they informed me that they could not, in fact, make change.
At 7:20pm, I stood in line at Target to buy bleach and contact paper and, again, asked if I could get a roll of quarters. The Target cashier told me that she could not make change, but that I might try at guest services. At 7:35pm, I stood in line at guest services and, well, you get the point. No quarters, no clean clothes. I can't do laundry because nobody will give me a roll of quarters! And you know they've got them.
Our weekend jaunt to San Francisco was marvelous, because San Francisco is marvelous. We went to an Oakland Athletics game on Friday night and they let us on the field to walk where all the great Athletics have played ball. Would you look at that:

Right on the field.

The grass where many great Athletics have stood. Like, um, you know, um, Babe Ruth?
The Angels used to be my favorite team, but I am fickle where baseball is concerned and the Angels never let me on their field, so screw ‘em. Unless they win and go to the playoffs because I am totally for the winners. Fickle.
There was also the wedding. The Wedding. I don’t know what to say about The Wedding except that I am pretty sure that my salary this year wouldn’t cover the cost of The Wedding. And you can’t even hate Gina and James for having the perfect wedding with the perfectly delicious filet mignon and the 400 perfect, giant gold bows on each of the 400 perfectly draped chairs and the perfectly breathtaking three-foot centerpieces and the wine that never ended, not even after I poured half a glass on my blue silk skirt and should have been CUT OFF. You can’t hate them because they are two of the most kind and generous people on the face of the freakin’ planet and are perfectly perfect together.

I took the picture of James and Gina with my left hand while in my right hand I held my fourth glass of red wine. Sorry, it was the best I could do under the circumstances. It’s a good thing I don’t, like, teach photo or anything.
A flower, because when you are drunk you can always count on the flowers to hold really still for a photograph.

And the Golden Gate Bride which is weirdly attached to our heads. That, my friends, is called a background merger and it is not a good thing.

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