The Wifi to Twitter

On the thirtieth of May I wrote that I rode the VTA and headed home with a coworker.  We talked about work and it got boring as we got near Mib.  I went to DC and had a bit of trouble getting dad’s car.  I was able to get into the car after a quick call to him.  I drove slow and took strange turns.

At home I offered to make food for mom but she was fine.  I posted and headed out to meet a freind.  On the way I sent some comments to 311 about things I found on the street.  I parked at Opera Plaza—which now has a decal policy—and walked to the Nite Cap.

I toasted an acquaintance over the wifi to twitter—the bartender gave me access.  My friend told me about her buddy and the bar tender made some comments.  Apparently my friend’s aunt died and that was sad.  We looked up the new restaurant called Rusty’s and walked over to it.  My friend remembered the waitress.  I got the Fried Chicken, which was good but expensive.  We had some beers.  The ride home was cold.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and read the NYT at Java Beach.  There was a lady sitting next to me and I think she needed some conversation but I didn’t oblige.  I rode home and started researching my class for Tuesday.

I left after that to see my buddy in the Richmond.

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