Went to Baker Beach in San Fran, where only real men bring bottles of wine without corkscrews.
The long way. Kleeman and I biked, panniers loaded with goodies, to the beach.
This isn't even from my birthday, I just wish it was.
On the way.On the beach, some dude started walking towards the water, all oozing with testosterone and confidence. When he reached the water, however, he stopped. It being my birthday and all, I decided to live the dream he never quite realized.
