Freedom

I recently watched a really amazing cover by Pink of Janis Joplin's classic Me and Bobby McGee. I really had no feelings either way about Pink before this, but the cover was fucking spot on. Pink was sweating raw energy.

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."

Right now, freedom is being able to openly pick the boogers from my nose ring on the BART train because everyone around me is so buried in their phones and devices.

Headed to play indoor putt putt golf with K and 3+ year old niece V!

Binging

Even though this post is about alcohol, the binge here seems to be my blog posting today: this is #4 and counting, and I'm still going through photos.

Yep, it's all feast or famine here at dangr-us thoughts World HQ.

New Years eve in San Francisco, outside Johnny Foley's. No, I didn't go in.

And this is about 9am on January 2, in the elevator down to the Civic Center BART station (hey, I had an enormous suitcase, okay?) No, that yellow liquid on the floor isn't Sierra Nevada Celebration. Stay classy, San Francisco.

My new favorite baseball player, and San Francisco

With credit to BikeHacks, I'm doing a straight rip-off re-blog sort of post. To quote almost verbatim, It's official, Dave Racaniello is ALSO my favorite Major League Baseball Player. [My only addition is in bold.]

Carefully edited details and images of my recent, extremely raucous trip to San Francisco may follow soon.