Last night Brian and I went to see the unicorns. We found a parking spot just a few blocks away, which was nice, though it was a pain in the boondeschplatz to get in and out of. The Unicorns were awesome and entertaining; unfortunately, they exhausted their material in half an hour. The headliner, Ben Kweller, entered the stage calling "Oh mah goodness! Howdy San Francisco! Boy is it good to be back." We knew from there it was doomed, and even though he hauled out the ol' harmonica, he was certainly no Bruce Springsteen or Bob Dylan on it, and his songs all sounded alike. I liked the voice of one of his backup singers better than his.

Tonight I saw my saxophone teacher for the first time in over a year. He said he was thinking of bringing over his saxophone so we could play some duets, but fortunately he didn't since I haven't practiced in probably two weeks.

I got a CD player in the Honda!!! Yay.

Unicorns tonight!!! Yay.

Today at work I was completely and utterly bored for a total of about 4 hours. What a waste of a day. I moped around the office reading about bats, surfing the net for public domain images of bats, and folded Junior Ranger packets. I didn't even go for a walk today. Yesterday I hiked 4 miles along the Dipsea, which surprising only took me a little over an hour since the peak temperature of the day was 104 in the shade and I was hiking in black pants in the sun. I swear it was already 90 by the time I left for my hike, at 10 in the morning. The day before that I went for a hike on the Ocean View trail (which is ocean-viewless). That exhausted me more even though it was shorter because it's a bit steeper, up and down. Yesterday a family told me they saw a mountain lion on that same trail. It makes me feel stupid to hike alone since it's not recommended. However, a) the odds of being eaten by a mountain lion are incredibly miniscule, and b) at least if a mountain lion eats me my body's being of use. Haha, I'm a donor though, so my body won't be useless.

Yesterday when I got home from work, Robin told me to call people because we were playing capture the flag. I got Amy Remer and Tristan to come, and after scarfing some root beer floats (plain ice cream for moi), we convoyed up to the ridge. We played three games of CTF in utter darkness, the only light from the partially shrouded sliver of a moon. I played some defense and failed, then tried offense and failed. Crossing my finger against ticks, I crawled through the grass, and they couldn't see me once I was hidden, but then they got out a flashlight and started shining it around so I got up and ran and got caught. Today, I am sore.

Today I went with my coworkers to Alcatraz Island. When I got home, I took Robin out to Gelato, then we met Mom after work and headed for Larkspur Landing, where we heard a little live jazz. I practiced after dinner (!) then called Elliot, who is already leaving for school. Why is everyone leaving so early?

When I was driving to work today, I couldn't tell if the motorcycle behind me was a cop or not. I assumed yes, fortunately, though he followed me to the top of Muir Woods Road. Then later my boss yelled at me for not putting away a file. She growled at me. Then she came back in and said she thought we should be able to have conversations without her feeling like she hurt my feelings--I told her she didn't hurt my feelings. All in all, a bad start to the day. However, it did improve.

My uncle came over last night but I took a nap for a while, played Mille Bornes with him and my parents, then went to Spencer's and watched The Office. Entertaining.

Dinkey Creek Excitement

Got home from backpacking on Sunday night, late,and drove over to wish Andy a quick belated birthday.

Highlights of the trip included: horrifying Danielle at every other moment, having a bear crawl into our car, searching for Robin's invented constellations in the unpolluted sky, having Kirby carry a bear turd into camp trying to eat it, and falling down and skinning my knee on video. I'll post pictures later.

Dinkey Creek here I come for a week!

There's a frozen squirrel in a ziplock bag at work, in our kitchen's freezer. There's a note on it saying, "This poor little guy didn't make it. Do you want him?" Apparently some woman brought it into the VC because it had jumped on her leg and she couldn't get it off. The Law Enforcement officer had to "deal with it." Sounds like a job for...the Squirrel Spanker!

Today I woke up to waffles, then hiked at Ring Mountain, which I've been wanting to do for almost a year, then cruised to work at a leisurely 12:30. Worked a bit, researched bats, told people about banana slugs, then at 7 went on the "Blue Moon-Full Moon Nature Hike". It started off somewhat unfavorably since we had to sing "Blue Moon," but it was awesome after that. I talked about bats, which I thought went poorly yet surprisingly well considering I looked up all the information today. When it all finished around 10, the ol' coworkers and I went to Ye Olde Pelican Inn for respective beverages and scintillating conversation. Yum, Coke!