Pleasanton, CA, where you too can live in your nice little Bay Area suburbia

I was still kinda sick so took the liberty of sleeping in while Ben took off for work and his roommate Jon for school.  It was Monday, and I was excited that I was on vacation, but aware the rest of the world was not.

I got up and reheated some of the coffee Ben had made for me that morning.  Ben had a clean and nice little place right off the downtown strip of Pleasanton.  Apparently they were a biking household, as there were 5 bikes and one bike frame strewn about the little apartment. Aside from the bikes, his place was cozy. I also found my friend's parents book - Love & Respect - on his bookshelf, which is always fun.

I walked around the neighborhood.  Quite a few restaurants and mainly shops that older women with money would shop at.  The market there was quite clear.  It was a sleepy little suburb with no misconceptions of what it was.  While relaxing, I wasn't too concerned about exploring it too much.  Actually after reading a little I was pretty tired and went back to bed for a little.

I failed to mention earlier that the night before as I rode down the main strip in Pleasanton I realized that somehow my hydration tube had came off of its mount and was blown back and pressed against the muffler.  Obviously it wasn't too long, but enough that damage had been done and the tube was melted.

This obstacle didn't prove to be too large, as I just ran down to TrueValue after my nap and grabbed 3 feet of non-toxic tubing, plugged in my end pieces and it was good to go. And I just realized if I could have dealt with the tube being 3" shorter, I could have just cut that off.  Really, that took a lot of problem solving to come to. I find myself too smart too late too often.

After this I went home, wrote a blog entry and watched some of the Wizard of Oz synced with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.  Never seen it before, and if you haven't, the link is here.  Some of the transitions are more than eerie.

Ben had a long day.  Not only did he have to work overtime (in his new profession as a plumber) but he had a family crisis that was emotionally draining.  So we just grabbed beer and mexican food.  Complaints? None.