Lira and I went to an A's game on Saturday. Soooooooooo good to see her again, haven't seen her since Tammy visited which was umm, uhh, a long time ago! There were chicken strips, beer, and winning in the 10th inning.
The rest of my weekend consisted mostly of hanging out with Russians. About the only part that sucked was getting sandblasted at Fort Funston. Sand is just not a pleasant thing when it's being pelted at you by strong winds, and when it gets onto your scalp into your eyes and, yes, into your bra.
As for the boy, well, it didn't go anywhere and I can't stop smiling.