August 8, 2006

[north] ^{10:05 PM}

Like a smart person, Boy's Uncle made his fortune in oil and then got the hell out. He lives a supremely comfortable life in retirement in an affluent suburb north of San Fransisco in a nice home with a spectacular view. He's one of those guys you're happy to see successful, and he eerily reminds me of my father.

Its incredibly relaxing to get away up here, but one thing about the house disturbs me: the glassware. I'm terrified of touching anything in the cabinet. I don't think the man owns a single plastic cup. I'm determined to buy some crap glasses...oh, if only Taco Bell had some sort of Batman promotion going on.

I don't want some Pier 1 warped plastic summerware mind you, I want something bordering on tacky. A Big Gulp with an image that will fade after one washing. Something that makes him roll his eyes and hide somewhere. A cup that won't terrify me during a 1am water run.