Sunday Sunday Sunday

So, the plan was to do laundry on Saturday and maybe tidy up the apartment. This is not what happened. I talked to my little sister Saturday morning and she talked me into visiting Pleasanton. So, I called Pappy and told him that I would be crossing the bridge and that we should hang out and grab lunch or something. So we do. I get out to Pleasanton and barter with my youngest sister, who is watching ghost stories on Discovery channel, to watch the Georgetown game until Pappy shows up. we go to the Main Street Brewery, which used to be the Cheese Factory and used to be lame and it still kinda is, but my family met us down there and hilarity ensued. Poor Pappy could have had a chance to finger bang this girl until my family started making fun of her for being stiff and up tight. I will die alone because my family will clown anything I bring home...ever. Anyway, $300 bar tab later, Pappy and I split off and went to explore the Pleasanton night life. As it turns out, there isn't one. Strollers, soccer teams and wine tasting. That is Pleasanton. We did manage to end up at the Sunshine Saloon where you run your ATM card through a credit card machine and a guy you went to high school with gives you twenties out of an envelope. I felt like I was in Mexico for 42 seconds.

So, I wake up on Pappy's couch Sunday morning and give him a ride to his car. We've been here before and this is not a situation that you ever want to be in. On the way, I convince Pappy that he loves concept albums, slow cooking and James Blunt. We grab coffees and walk into the Hopyard, San Ramon. We are supposed to be getting a salad, but as soon as I finish my coffee and a Bass is poured for me, I look at Pappy and tell him that I've got a real bad feeling about the day and I should have.

I will die alone, but not because I lack feelings. I will die alone because I fall in love about three times a day. I did yesterday about six times. Pappy and I end up in Foster City drinking vodka, Fresca and cranberry juice. It was a very nice time. It began kinda fence mendy, but we moved past that quickly. Eventually, I had to sneak out of the situation because I work too fucking early for shenanigans on a Sunday. However, it was a very nice use of a Sunday and I never got my laundry done.

Here is what we brought away form those 48 hours:
"Every day is Friday for Kathy"

"Quit being a fucking Paula"

"Dude, you seriously need to ditch that baggage and get over it."

"I have a long leash and a big gap."

"I would be more than happy to get herpes from Noah Lowry."

"Let's go buy lightsabers. They're on sale at Target for $17.99"