A work trip to rainy SF for a weekend. Just recalling now that we went for dinner with a bunch of people and Kappy mentioned to the waitress that it was my birthday, “Nah, not my birthday.” And that was that. But it was! I had forgotten my birthday was a week before. I should’ve played along. Still fun tho.

I’m usually on 18th these days, this time I stayed on 24th Street. It was a pleasant surprise going to all my old spots coffee shops and restaurants and they remembered me from years before.

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