it’s nice to be home. I think I have athlete’s foot; that’s kind of weird, itchy, but somehow not gross to me, just annoying. Will have to stop by the Rite Aid next to work tomorrow.

Went out to Fancy Beer In Seattle (FBIS) #2 tonight, (after Stumbling Monk). But, maybe they’re #1, because they had pints of Rainer, whereas Stumbling Monk always gave me shit for not knowing the name of Fancy Beer (FB) that I wanted. I got to read a crazy menu that taught me 4x more about beer than I ever knew before though. and I met John and Courtney (and Eric), which was awesome.

The (10mi) ride back to gtown wasn’t bad, despite the mechanic at Elliott Bay Bicycles telling me I really should replace my rear wheel on my crap-tacular (Courtney speak) Schwinn. It’s no better really than what I could do after I left it there for an afternoon to see if they could true it and take out the dent, so I guess I don’t totally suck. I’m thinking about buying a bigger bike on craigslist if I can get the whole frame size thing figured out. Being tall sucks sometimes…

Dad called me today and started talking to me about the Burkowski book I bought for him for fathers day. I mostly expected a sort of “I don’t read anymore” response from him, but he started talking to me about how it reminded him of Jack Kerouac and I had to stop and realize that I never considered my father had read any Kerouac because I’ve always known him as grumpy ol’ pa. Mom described his past self recently as stoic; I never saw that, so it’s just odd to consider.

I ended up at squid when I got back to gtown, reading Burkowski no less, and some dude from dead baby bikes sat down next to me and he showed me a bunch of stuff on the web site he had made and tried to convince me to register for their upcoming race.

What a town you are Seattle… What a town.