Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


the list.

I thought it was going to be tough to adjust to non-student life. I was wrong. I've been home for a week and being with Paige and Fenway has been excellent.

I've been bombing around the Valley in my rental Dodge Charger (thanks, Google!). My stuff is supposed to arrive on Friday and the Subaru should be here Saturday (ummm, thanks again, Google!). Paige left me with a good to-do list and I've been plowing through it. I fixed our sprinkler system, guest room toilet, and removed the carpet from our garage. (Yes, we had carpet in our garage. Boy, was that a pain in the ass.)

Last Friday, we had Wells Fargo box tickets at the Giants game and were treated to free beer and hot dogs, not to mention a big victory by Barry and the boys. I hit the links on Monday with Dad and Reed down at Pajaro Valley. I had a great front nine and then blew up a little bit on the back to shoot an 82. But my new Ping driver is ripping it and I nearly drove the green on a 300 yard par 4.

What else? The Warriors are distracting me from my Giants, but I don't mind. This is the first time I've followed the NBA playoffs since I was in junior high and these guys (Baron Davis, Jason Richardson, and Steven Jackson) are super-fun to watch. It reminds me of pro basketball in the 80s, when teams would easily score 120 points and care less about defense.

This weekend I'm off to Vegas for a bachelor party. My best friend, Jeff, whom I have known since elementary school is getting married. So there's a nice crew of high school buddies going to Lost Wages for some gambling and general wackiness.

What can I say? I'm no longer a student. I'm back to domestic life. Thank goodness.


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