On Thursday night, we picked up Dayantha from SFO at 11pm and headed straight for a bar in the Marina.

When we arrived at the bar, I looked at my watch and it was just before midnight. I thought to myself, “Hm…this is going to be a late night and a rough morning at work.” But I endured and had an interesting time people watching. As I sat on one of the plush suede benches located in the center of the bar, it was clear that at least 75% (if not more) of the people there were at least 5 years younger than us. It was also interesting to watch the dynamics of the crowd. There were boys and girls of all sizes and varieties. Over to my left, I was a nerdtastic group of people bumping and grinding each other as if they had been repressed for years and finally had a place to express their sexual frustrations. Behind me on the dance floor was a group of cougars dancing with a bunch of random guys. Over to my right was a group of guys oozing with hair gel and cologne trying to pick up on any female in its path. Awesome. This is when I decide that I’m too old for this. It’s late, I’m not drinking, and Shua is asleep next to me on the bench. The best part of the evening, I think, was the late-night slice of pizza we had before heading home.